The Good, Bad, and Ugh!
The good news is Jack does not have FIP. Thank goodness! I can’t even express the relief I feel that it’s not FIP. FIP is not a common disease, but it can wipe out a cat population.
However, the bad is he is just not getting any better. His test today showed in some areas he is getting better and in some areas worse. Also, the poor guy hasn’t ate in at least a week and he’s had a week’s worth of fever. Nothing more then a couple of licks here and there of food. The vet recommended force feeding. They said you get one or two spoonfuls down and then they will eat on their own. You can even just put food on their nose or paw and they will clean it off. Um, yeah not Jack. We were both worn out yesterday afternoon and covered in food after that episode.
Mike and I agreed that he seems to be suffering. The plaintive meows, like he is just out of it, were heart breaking. He’s always been very talkative. Plus, he is getting to be a bag of bones and is just limp when you hold him. Of course, he doesn’t even want to be held right now and will use what little energy he has to scramble from my arms.
This morning was our 4th visit to the vet in a week and we thought for sure that we were going to have mercifully let him go. No one can go on living on air alone… but now the vet is so stymied by this case, he said let’s try just a few more things. He’s going to consult with a specialist and give him IV drugs to try to kick this infection now. It’s obviously stronger than anyone suspected. I agreed right away hanging onto any shred of hope that he will recover.
So we will know more through this week and wait until Friday to make anymore decisions. So the ugh is the waiting to see if he improves, but at least now he’s in the hospital because his care was definitely getting beyond even my ample pet nursing skills. I was looking though pictures of Jack earlier this morning when we were waiting and here is one of my favorites when he was feeling like himself.