WOW Nina
I am so glad he came back to you....
I remember a story like that from years ago about
an old indian who thought he was going to die and
he went off to a mountain top to be by himself...
But time went by and he didn't die and he got
hungrier and hungrier and cold and wet and he gave
up and came home....
My vet said that the draining of the chest would have
to be done over and over again and that is why he opted
to try the dieuetic (???) pills instead... Because Leo was also
dehydrated and a moderate fever he told us to just give him
enough to ease his breathing... That seemed to make him
much more comfortable and I would think your vet could
prescribe them without you having to bring him in again...
We also had Leo on sub-q and antibiotics at home
and syringe feeding and several of his favorite spots that
he liked to go to but I had blocked off some others that
were too tight to get him out... I had to help him climb
up the back of the couch to get to his window sill
on his last day but I am sure he enjoyed being free to do it...
Tad
Nina wrote:
You people are not going to believe this. Spencer has come home! I
can't believe it myself. He sauntered up while I was putting food out
for the ferals. For a second, I thought he was an apparition. I had
to blink hard, he just seemed to be saying, hi Mom, like it was any
other day. He looked so good, so bright and ALIVE! I ushered him
inside and he took a big long drink of water. I was thinking of what
Leslie said about her friend, I was thinking about miracles. When I
came back from making his bed he was sprawled out on his side on the
kitchen floor. I guess he must of used up a lot of his limited energy
to make it home. His only movement was that rapid breathing. All the
other animals were hovering around him, sniffing him, nosing him, I
don't think they can believe it either.
I've gone through so many emotional contortions since yesterday
afternoon. I had finally resolved myself to the fact that he probably
wasn't coming back, and here he is. He's resting in the front room on
his bed, at least the dogs aren't allowed in there. Last time I
looked, there were four cats lying close by, seemingly keeping him
company.
I don't know if I wrote the group about this... The vet that was on
ER duty when I brought Spence in called with the report from the
radiologist today. He suspects lymphoma, possibly a mass, possibly an
enlarged heart. I asked them, (at the time I didn't think he was
coming back), if they would be able to prescribe something that would
possibly put him into remission, or at the very least make him more
comfortable. She told me that since the lymph node aspirate they
attempted hadn't been successful, they would have to do more tests.
I'm loath to put him through another horrendous vet visit in his
condition. Tomorrow morning I'm going to call an Internist that I've
used before, one I trust, and beg her to help me. There must be
something I can do without having to put him through another vet visit.
I'm so relieved to have him home. Whatever is to be, we'll face it
together.
Nina
