Jonesy cat died on the 22nd October 2011. He was one heck of a ginger tom with such attitude and character that I miss him every day. At the risk of coming across as a mad obsessed cat lady this blog is my memories, my laughs, my grief, my life, with and without my cat mate.....
Jonesy would curl up anywhere!
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Looking on the internet....don't!
I think we all knew Jonesy was ill, really ill, but deep down we also hoped he would get better. In fact I know it never occurred to me that he would decline so rapidly. Maybe that was for the best, although I certainly don't feel that way right now. Once Jonesy started to have blood in his urine two days after finishing his antibiotics I did look on the internet. I read all about cystitus and how it makes a cat unwell.....yep I knew that.....I also read that if untreated, especially in male cats it could lead to a blockage and cause death within 24 hours. Yep I understood that. Then I scrolled down, like you do, and found out all about kidney failure. Well that was okay because one of the classic signs was weight loss and over the last few days Jonesy has positively got rotund....he was eating well and drinking, going to the loo, and his tummy was looking as plump as a lazy tom cat's should! The vets sent off a blood sample and it came back to show he did have a urine infection but they wanted further tests done....would we pay. Yep we would. Jonesy had an injection to fast track strong antibiotics into his body but it didn't really seem to help. . Then I went back to the internet and read all about Proteinuria. Jonesy had some of the symptoms although he was putting on weight rather fast around his middle. Back to the vets my husband went, along with Jonesy, while I stayed at work confident the vet would give him more antibiotics. I knew the vet needed to discuss things and when my husband text me to say he would tell me more when I came home from work, I just thought "okay, Jonesy needs an operation...or something". I waited all day. As my husband collected me in the car from work I peeked at his face and kept silent. Half way home I could hold it in no longer. "What did the vet say?". There was a pause and my husband's voice cracked as he quietly said "Jonesy has weeks to live".
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