Poor Duchess!

[cjsmith]

Sunday she started acting suspiciously like she had a UTI. She'd go to the litterbox every few minutes and deposit a couple of drops. She'd also occasionally deposit some drops in random locations. Not fun. I considered sitting in my vet's office without an appointment, hoping to get out of there in time for a 10am meeting at work.

She quit doing it. She was fine Sunday night, Monday, Tuesday. I had started to think I imagined the whole episode.

Wednesday she started doing it again with a vengeance. The house was a mess. (Fortunately, small amounts are very easy to clean up. Also fortunately, this stuff is rather dilute.) So I made an appointment and brought her in this morning.

Turns out they won't do a thing with her unless they can get some urine to check. Of course she didn't have any! Heck, I could have told them that before I went in. Sheesh. And of course Thursday is the one day that my vet's office isn't open all day, so they can't keep her and watch for a sample.

SIGH

So I bring her in again first thing tomorrow morning. Meantime, she's confined to a room with a moppable floor.

Poor thing.

Comments

[sunnydale47.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, poor kitty! She's been through a lot lately. I hope she's okay, and that it doesn't cost you too much to keep her that way. I've been so lucky with my guys -- they're 14 and 11, and so far still healthy, kine ahora. Given my limited means, and their advanced age, I don't know what I'd do if faced with an enormous vet bill. =shudder=

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

I was asked at this morning's appointment how old Duchess is, and I had to think about it. I came up with eleven. I think I was close, but I may have to pull some old vet records to be sure!

At any rate, Little Girl (my newest addition) is eldest at roughly thirteen, and the other two are roughly eleven, so I'm right there with you on the ages. They're all pretty healthy too, il-hamdulillah. And I know what you mean about the bills. Princess did a serious number on my credit card when she was eighteen or nineteen. She was lucky I'd just come off a lucrative contract. Cancer AND... oh heck, long story, but the Visa card cured her and she lived for three more years. I never regretted a penny of it, but I agree it wasn't cheap.