9 lives man ... 9 lives ... Good Kitty ...
Awesome Kitty
There must be such thing as a Fairy Godkitty.
Now that I am back home, let me go over what happened.
I spend half my day cuddling and comforting Fisher, saying my goodbyes, recalling silly shit he has done, and preparing for him to go. I called and made the appointment for 2:30pm today. I prepped my car, because I did not want him confined to a carrier on his last day. The drive from Long Beach to Torrance is about 35 minutes, and he was panting, and going from crawling into my lap to crawling into the passenger seat and panting, etc. I get him to the vet, carried him in my arms and they took me to the euthanasia room which is set up sort of like a little chapel kinda. It has stained glass wall sconces, a special velvet cover over the exam table, a light dimmer, and a wall mounted tissue dispenser. The Death Room. So, the doctor comes in there, and she is the original doctor I saw years ago for Siete and Dante. She is the cat specialist, whereas the other doctor who did the blood work is the dog specialist.
The blood work shows reduced kidney function and super high BUN and creatinine levels, but only very elevated phosphorous which means there is about 35% kidney function left. She explained how dog numbers in these areas differ from cat numbers. At that point, she told me that she would not perform the euthanasia because he was not at that point yet. She discussed the fluids, and asked me why I only gave him two days with it and did not even finish the bag. I told her about Fisher not eating and she explained why cortisone would reduce the systemic inflammation and stimulate his appetite, and that it would work very fast and that by the time I made the return trip home, he would want to eat something. She also gave me two cans of special kidney food for him and two food syringes and another fluid bag.
So, they gave me a cardboard carrier and I packed him up and took him home. I let him out, and then went and grabbed a handful of treats, which he started gobbling up! I got my neighbor and I just finished his fluids minutes ago.
So, he will be with me on Thanksgiving. Of course, he could crash at which time she told me she would perform the procedure. But Fisher was literally saved from the Death Room.
Go Kitty Go!