An exhausted Azar after getting home from the vet’s yesterday…

Azar had a second “hospital day” yesterday, after Yolanda couldn’t find anything wrong with him on Monday. She said to give it another 24 hours to see if the injection she gave him helped and to also see if he mangaged to have a bowel movement. At first I thought he was rallying but there was no real improvement overnight, so we went back yesterday for an x-ray and a blood test. Nog came with me on the way there, but he had to leave after the x-ray bit, so after the consultation I was left to find my way home on my own carrying a screaming cat … IN THE RAIN …

At least I was lucky in that I had nice sympathetic taxi drivers both ways. Sometimes they ask me to put the cat cage in the trunk, at which point they get a blast of The Ray™ and realise the folly of their ways. But today, after the initial “hmm, he really doesn’t like going out, does he?” my drivers were very sweet and told me about their own pets, which helped with the stress of listening to the tortured sounds coming from the cat carrier.

And so, the x-ray showed nothing obviously wrong. There was the eensiest bit of ca-ca build up in the colon, but hardly anything at all. And there was no apparent obstruction in the intestines. The lungs and liver looked good. The kidneys looked like they might have something going on, so a blood test was also done and I should get the results today. But Yolanda couldn’t find any reason for Azar’s malaise. He was given an oral laxative and also some “assistance with evacuation” … with very little success as there wasn’t much in there since he hasn’t been eating much. But what did come out was very small and hard, so I’m really hoping it isn’t a kidney problem. Then Yolanda gave him a deep stomach massage, which quite impressed me. After that, there wasn’t much else to do but go home and wait for the blood test results.

This was the first time in a few years that I’d had to carry the cat cage on my own – and those years have not been kind to my lower back, so it was hell. Especially as I have an oversized cage (bought to hold three cats in case I ever needed to get them out of the house in a hurry), so it’s rather awkward to carry. And so after an eternity or two I was back home, up the stairs and gasping for breath in the hallway. Azar immediately headed for the sofa while I immediately raced  for a wet towel to rub him down with (he’d peed all over himself in the cage). Then I slapped a whack of BioFreeze on my lower back and settled down into the comfy chair … exhausted.

Meanwhile, plans are still GO for the arrival of Tapita this Friday. He’s already been chipped and last Thursday he was given his first vaccination. This Thursday he’ll be tested for feline leukemia & aids, so at least I’ll know if he’s free of those. And you know what? I think having the kitten here is going to do Azar the world of good. His behaviour has just so been strange and with no apparent physical cause. So maybe it’s a form of depression?

Anyhow, fingers crossed that the blood tests come back showing no kidney problems. I don’t think that either Azar or I can handle any more hospital days…

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