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cat stress

For the last couple of weeks our cat iris is been in and out of the vet/hospital. Earlier this week she underwent exploratory surgery and they diagnosed her with a severe case of Irritable Bowel Disease. The vet wants to start her on chemo and steriods on Monday.

In the meantime we've got to watch her carefully. She's been getting fevers and throwing up constantly and not taking shits. Both Tiffany and I have been getting little sleep. Any sound of the purging and we're up trying to figure out whether or not to bring Iris into the hospital (she's having a hard time keeping anything down and keeps getting dehydrated).

It's horrible to think of life in terms of $ and emotional stress. We love our cat. But we're already well over a thousand dollars into this (which we don't really have) and there could be a lot of side effects with the chemo and steriods. She is also at high risk for the IRD developing into cancer.

It's so hard to know when to draw the line.


Comments

Anonymous said…
Marcus, that sucks. I have a couple of cats that have been with me 8 and 9 years. Hard to imagine what I would do in your situation...

Scott Pierce
postpran said…
Thanks Scott. We going to start her on chemo today. She's doing well at the moment.

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