I spent the morning at the gym again today. No real shock there for anyone who knows me. The day did start with a visit with my 20/20 Lifestyles Doctor to discuss my progress, followed by an hour of racquetball, then a workout, meeting with my dietician, and finally home.
When I got home from the gym today there was a message on the answering machine from the Vet asking me to call back for Mulder’s blood test results.
My blood instantly ran cold, and irrationally I convinced myself that if I didn’t call back, there’d be no bad news. Silly really. Of course I called back, only to get a slight reprieve, in that the Veterinarian was busy with patients and would call me back later.
While that obviously didn’t give me any information, realistically there’s nothing I could do but wait.
The call has since come in. It’s not great news, but as far as bad news goes it could very definitely be worse.
It seems my little boy, has the beginnings of kidney failure. Fortunately it’s been caught early, and while irreversible can be managed though a specialised diet.
Only there’s one catch. He’s already on a specialised diet, and the Veterinarian is currently unable to answer my question as to wether the new diet will meet his existing needs while also supporting the ongoing health and function of his kidneys. In her words “very good question, I’ll call the company and get back to you”…
This is going to make for some interesting juggling on my part. Two cats, two diets, and never the twain shall meet.
Mulder who’s 12, is to have a low protein diet to maintain he’s health, while Oliver who’s nearly 3 still requires a diet higher in protein.
Poor little bugger, he’s already on antibiotics as of yesterday for a urinary tract infection…
He’s spent the entire afternoon so far curled up on my lap cuddling. He’s not just a pet, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him happy and healthy for as long as I can, keeping his wellbeing and comfort as the priority.
I will say right here and now though, I am dreading the day (should it ever come) that I have to make any euthanasia decisions. At least though pets have it as an option.
So it’s not quite the happiest day, but it most certainly could have been a lot worse.
Gotta go, there’s a kitty that needs more attention.
Cheers!