Othello

[toosuto]

The quick story of Tuesday. The emergency clinic had Othello stable and had gotten his blood sugar down to a decent level but recommended we take him to the clinic (the weekend was over so Tuesday morning they close up shop) so he could get some continued care and teach us how to administer insulin etc. etc. We dropped him off and the vet looked as his most recent bloodwork. He was concerned because on top of the diabetes he could tell the either the liver wasn't working right, the pancreas or both. So they kept him him on fluids, and did some more blood tests. Around two in the afternoon he called Sara and told us we needed to take him for an ultrasound, something was going on but he couldn't figure it out. Othello's red blood cell count was dropping dramatically. By the time Sara got the clinic we had to make the hard choice. We could the ultrasound and keep poking around but he'd need to go back to the emergency clinic overnight because he'd need blood transfusions. He told us we could have spent thousands of dollars over the next couple of days and that would only maybe get us to where we'd know exactly what was wrong with him and likely no closer to a solution (if there was a cure at all). Sara made the call and we took Othello home so Rona could say goodbye with us, then Sara and I took him back to the clinic. Afterwards we took him home to Sara's mother's house where we placed him next to Robbie (sara's previous cat and Ashes, the Tomcat the Wouldn't Die™. It was hard, and even upset the vet, but we are certain that we made the right choice for him. We are just sorry there wasn't anything else we could have done for him. And really damn angry at the vet back home who instead of recognizing the diabetes when we called him (a dead easy over the phone diagnosis apparently) told us simply to change his diet.

Edit: Thanks all for your thoughts and well wishes. They are much appreciated.

Comments

[goobermunch.livejournal.com]

Back home?

--G

[toosuto.livejournal.com]

the Scotland home.

[rethought.livejournal.com]

They still haven't figured Caoimhe out and meanwhile, she's licking herself raw on both forelegs. :-/

Is this the first pet Rona's had to say goodbye to? Poor girl. :(

[toosuto.livejournal.com]

Yeah it's been tough, today in the car she wanted to know if Thistle was looking for her brother, and didn't she know "he was at the doc-tor?"

Poor Caoimhe, I hope that the vet gets it figured out soon...

[(Anonymous)]

So sorry about your kitty :(.

[lovecarnievan.livejournal.com]

Ooops. Had to login.

Just wanted to say I'm very sorry about your kitty. :(

[portlandpiglet.livejournal.com]

What a bummer. I don't usually get attached to other people's pets, but I had a special place in my heart for that one. He will always be the "fat moorish bastard" who I couldn't help but like, even though I had to hide my suitcase whenever he was around. He was one of a kind.