I'm still concerned about her, but maybe a little bit more relaxed than I was when she first arrived... because when she initially got back home (Thursday) she wasn't eating. And she didn't eat all day Friday. Friday night, she started throwing up stomach bile. We got up a couple of times when we heard that horrible pukey noise that every dog or cat owner has learned to dread, then once more after dawn this morning. Throughout all of this time, the only real comfort is that she was still drinking water.
We called the vet's office, and they determined that it was probably a reaction to one of the four (!) medications that she is now on, and decided that it was safe enough to take her off of it. And so we did.
And she went all day without eating.
At 4PM, Jeff called the veterinary hospital again to update them about her still not eating, and they said that it had now gone on long enough that they would prescribe an appetite stimulant. (The original hope had been that she would decide to start eating on her own, naturally, without outside help. It's not like she isn't on ENOUGH medication as it is.)
We decided that I would go pick up the appetite stimulant, while Jeff stayed home and watched her. (We wanted to be absolutely certain that she wasn't sneaking away and puking behind furniture. We MUST know if she's still having trouble.)
Unfortunately, on my way home, I got caught in an hour and a half traffic jam due to tunnel closures (which I should have anticipated, but didn't.) Sometime around the 45 minute mark, Jeff texted to say that she'd taken a couple of bites on her own!
So, despite good-natured grumbling about an unnecessary trip followed up by an even more unnecessary traffic snarl, I was and am delighted. And we have the appetite stim if she doesn't continue to progress.
We're thrilled to have her home, and thrilled that she seems to be a bit more interested in eating.
The nature of her illness is still very serious. Congestive heart failure is always bad, and cats have fewer treatment options than we humans do. It's a particularly hard blow, because she HAD the terrible prognosis of a six months to a year and a half to live, then outlived it, THEN we were told that she didn't have congestive heart-failure. We had just begun to accept the idea that we might actually get to have her with us for a normal cat's lifespan.
And now they're giving a guarded prognosis of six months to a year again.
But we're going to do the best we can with the time that we have left, however much that might be. Charlotte still has some improvement to do before her quality of life can be as good as it was before.
|Charlotte before, bright-eyed. Empty(ish) bowl.|
|Charlotte tonight, exhausted. Food nibbled at.|
And we will fight the fight alongside her for as long as we can. For as long as she can, and is willing.