Shelby is my very sweet, 19 year-old cat. She and Goliath were best buddies, and she was kind of like a mother to him. She has a hyperthyroid, and is in kidney failure. But, both of those were being managed with medication and diet. We had just gotten the right dosage figured out for her thyroid medication, the prescription kidney health food was helping, and she was doing really well, considering.
Then Goliath disappeared. When that happened, she quit eating. Not all together, but she wasn’t eating very much. And considering she has a hyperthyroid and only weighed 5 lbs, that wasn’t good.
Then, the kitten that I had decided to adopt for Goliath, about a month before he disappeared, was big enough to bring home. I think the stress of a rambunctious kitten, along with the loss of Goliath, was too much for her.
Wednesday morning, I saw her fall over and start kicking her back legs. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to get up, or was having some sort of seizure. By the time I rushed her to the vet, she was ok. But the vet gave her fluids because she was dehydrated, and sent us home with pain medication and an appetite stimulant.
That night the same thing happened again, so she had to be hospitalized. They noticed her heart was skipping a beat. She literally has a broken heart. She has been very sensitive to my pets dying in the past. About 5 years ago when my dog Sophie died, Shelby was so distraught, she became very ill and had to be hospitalized then as well. So I was very concerned about her when Goliath disappeared (and unfortunately, has not been found).
The vet did some tests, but nothing was really figured out. Even the heart tests didn’t really match up with what the vet was hearing when he listened to her heart. And now, she’s unable to walk for some reason. When I took her to be hospitalized, that wasn’t the case. She’s back home, and I’m keeping a careful eye on her and trying to keep the kitten away from her. Even though she can’t walk, somehow she drug herself outside the other night, which is pretty amazing considering my pet door is a double door.
I’ve been hanging out with her, trying to find a balance between spending time together and letting her be alone if it seems that’s what she wants. (Crawling under the bed is a pretty big way to let me know she just wants to be alone.) I’ve been taking some pictures while we hang out, and playing with photo apps while she rests. I just discovered a new free photo app called Pixlr-o-matic.
I’m hoping I can nurse her back to health, and that she hasn’t decided that without Goliath here, she’s ready to move on. I told her that if she’s ready to go, I understand and I’m okay with that. But I was lying. Losing two pets in one month would be a little more than I can take. But at the same time, if she doesn’t recover from this, I don’t want her to have to continue in this condition. So I’m praying for a miracle. It would be so wonderful if Goliath would show up, and that would perk her back up. But at this point, Goliath has been missing for a month and sadly, I don’t see that happening.
On top of trying to take care of Shelby, this weekend I had to deal with some crazy drama over Goliath. Friday night I saw that someone called, but didn’t leave a message. I called the number and the person said he worked at a health club downtown, and a couple came in with a cat they had found that looked like my cat on the flyer. They used his cell phone to try to call me, but when they couldn’t get me, they left with the cat & the flyer, but didn’t leave any contact info. I was on pins & needles hoping the couple would call me since I had no way of getting in touch with them.
Then at 12:30am, after I had gone to sleep, a police officer left a message saying a couple found a cat that looked like my cat from the flyer, and the cat bit them. So I needed to call the police station. I didn’t get the message until 6am, when I had to get up from the kitten crying. (I have to keep her in the bathroom at night to keep her from bothering Shelby & to keep her from discovering the pet door and wandering outside.) I couldn’t imagine that Goliath would bite anyone, but I was hoping he did if that’s what it took for us to be reunited.
It took awhile to reach someone, because the officer gave me the wrong number. When I finally did, I was told I had to call animal control, but they didn’t answer phones until 8am. Then at 8 when I called animal control, there was a recording to call the police dispatch, which is who told me to call animal control in the first place. It was so frustrating. Finally animal control called me and said I needed to go to the animal shelter, but they didn’t open until 9am.
At 9, I went there, but unfortunately, it wasn’t him. It really did look like him though. And I have no idea if the couple who stopped in at the health club who found a cat was the same couple who got bit. And oddly, I didn’t have any flyers around the area of the health club. So that whole story is very odd.
So along with the expenses from trying to find Goliath, I now have the vet bills from Shelby I had to pay. (I am positive she got sick from being heartbroken over him disappearing. She was great until he disappeared.) I raised the amount of my chip in to add those in. Hopefully I won’t have any more vet bills for Shelby (for now) and I can nurse her back to walking on my own.
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