Misty Grey

I think you saw my other little cutie in another photo earlier with Misty. Last night while I was at the vet with Misty I made an appointment for them to see Alley today.  She has not been looking well, bloated or something, and yesterday she seemed to not eat anything.

Alley saw Misty’s vet’s partner, Dr. P.  She seemed nice enough.  They did some blood tests on Alley – she was found to be pre-thyroid in spring 2013 so we figured it might be that getting worse. The blood tests revealed that her thyroid hasn’t gotten any worse but she is anemic, and her immune system is going absolutely nuts. An Xray shows that her abdomen and chest are very full of fluid, she must barely be able to breathe, the poor little girl.   All of this was not good news, Dr. P said that I should not expect Alley to get better, and that I will more than likely lose her soon.  They do a test to tell if Alley has FIP, since her symptoms are consistent with that.  We will get the results in a few days.  In the mean time they gave me some Lasix to help bring the fluid down and give her some literal breathing room.  Some Nutrical, a high-nutrition paste to help with her anemia and give her energy since she wasn’t eating.  And antibiotics, just on the unlikely chance that her infection is being caused by something bacterial.

She was a little sweetie the entire vet visit, headbutting my hands and knees and face and purring and cuddling up against me. When we got home she retreated to the corner of my walk-in closet.  I took her into the bathroom to give her the antibiotics and Nutrical and Lasix. Before she went back into the closet I put some blankets in there so she would at least have something soft to lie on.

The antibiotics were not a fun thing.  She had some kind of freaky reaction to them – her mouth just started foaming like crazy, all over the place.  The poor little honey, she was just so terrified and confused when this started happening.  It lasted maybe like ten minutes, me following her around with a towel trying to wipe her face and her flipping her head around trying to fling off the streamers of foam. I will call the vet tomorrow and see if I can get a pill instead, we can’t do this twice a day for ten days.

I know this is a blog about Misty, but I am including a photo of my little Alley-Phooey here.