After the vet visit today, I found that Pablo doesn’t have a parasite and he doesn’t have tapeworm. After the x-ray, we also have confirmation that Pablo didn’t eat any yarn, poisonous plants, or anything else causing a blockage. Thus, no surgery. That’s the good news.
The bad news: Pablo’s body is not passing waste. He has stool (apparently a remarkable amount) stuck in his intestines that is recycling toxins through his system again and again and again. The vet is keeping him overnight, administering medicine via IV since Pablo can’t ingest anything without throwing up, and will give me an update in the morning. Pablo hasn’t had anything to eat or drink that wasn’t immediately regurgitated in about four days.
I thought he was getting better yesterday and fed him a few tablespoons of food. He seemed to have kept it down, until I found another pile of vomit hidden under the coffeetable this morning. And until he threw up the water I gave him.
All of today has been Pablo-centered, going to and from the vet, sitting on hold waiting to talk to techs and pharmacists, and especially me musing over the amazement I feel at how attached Ethan and I are to this cat. Growing up, cats were cats. One got killed on a country road and there was always another in the paper to be picked up for free. That feeling stopped when I got my first Maine Coon from the pound, a fuzzy monkey named Teddy. I absolutely loved that cat and was horrified to know that he ran away when I was pregnant and living away from my parents’ house. I cried for days.
Pablo rounds out our little family so nicely and the thought of telling Ethan that Pablo might be really sick, sick enough that this may not turn out well, is heartbreaking. Some have suggested that, as the vet bill grows, I should just chalk this up as a loss. But pets are not disposable and I don’t want E to have the same attitude I did toward animals as a child, that when one left another came along. E sees Pablo as his buddy, a playmate, family, and truthfully, so do I. I’m this close to setting up a PayPal account as the current tab is well over $180 (I have no set number right now) and I don’t anticipate any outside resources coming in to help out, but asking pseudonymous internet buddies to help with a vet bill seems a bit much.
I just miss my kitty.