Happy 4th of July Everyone! I am ecstatically happy to report the
following update on my dear Pookie baby.
OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell you guys that God has
answered my prayers above and beyond what I ever could have hoped
Ok.........took Pook for his vet appointment on Friday. Now he had
really perked up since we started the IV Reglan and IV Zofran Wed.
evening, so at least I felt that he would make the 2 hour roundtrip
car ride ok. (In fact, he had walked around the house today for the
first time in a couple of weeks, as well as drank a ton of water.)
What I was anxious about was that I didn't know how much fluid he
may have re-accumulated on his chest and whether or not they would
have to tap his chest again. As well as always worrying what his lab
numbers would reveal, given that he's had problems with low protein,
anemia, kidneys, thyroid, etc. Especially since, we've had to keep
him on diuretics which has kept him pretty dehydrated, so the worry
was what kind of impact was this having on his kidneys, since he
does have CRF.
Soooooooo, my husband went with me to the vet. On the way there,
Pook wanted some more water. So I poured him a little dish and he
drank water for 8 solid minutes!! He was one thirsty kitty! Then I
thought, oh geez, what if they do have to sedate him if they have to
do another thoracentesis....have I just buggered that up by letting
him drink??? Oh me, oh my. The previous Thursday, he regurgitated
when they did his thoracentesis and central line, and that created
some real problems for him.
Anyway, we get to the vet and Pook just starts mrrroowwwing (that
totally wonderful VERY loud Siamese vocalization), and purring and
walking all over that exam room. So the vet comes in and he listens
to his chest and says he can't really hear good air movement in his
lungs. So I'm thinking, "oh brother.....". So they take him for his
chest x-ray, not once, not twice, but three times! That dang
technician wasn't doing it right or something. Finally, the vet came
back in with an x-ray he could read. AND......... he said, this x-
ray looks better than the x-ray we took AFTER the last time we
tapped his chest. In other words....not only had no fluid re-
accumulated, but there was LESS fluid!!!! We were all just
gobsmacked!! The vet said he couldn't believe HOW GOOD Pook was
doing. I asked him if he had ever seen a case of chylothorax in
heart disease resolve itself. He said, "No, Never! All the cases he
had seen, had just gotten worse, accumulating more and more fluid
before they died. but that he had heard of cases where it resolved."
He attributes this not only to all the intensive care we've given
Pook, all the heart meds, but in no small measure to all the prayers
that were said for Pook.
The good news didn't stop there!!!! They drew his blood out that
handy dandy central line. And we were just holding our breath that
his kidney numbers might come back bad. THEY WERE COLD STONE
NORMAL!!!!!! Right down the middle NORMAL!!! We were all hugging and
laughing. Now here's the funny part. Melvin, (that wonderful vet
tech there), was changing the bandage and checking his central line.
Well Pook was growing restless and impatient and protesting very
loudly. So since he is a shoulder kitty, I put him on my shoulder so
they could finish with the central line bandage. Well, I see all
this fluid dripping on the floor, and I think to myself, "what the
heck is that"......then I saw it was Pook and he was just peeing
like a racehorse, right there splashing all over my flip-flopped
feet and all over my shirt. It was hilarious. Poor baby..........he
tried to tell us he had to go BAD!! When a guys gotta go, a guys
The good news isn't over yet.............once we got him out to the
car, he was RAVENOUSLY hungry. Fortunately, I had a tote bag full of
his favorite food, along with plates, etc. He ate 2 1/2 cans of
Fancy Feast on the hour drive home!!
We're not going to let our guard down, and we are going to keep
doing all that we're going..........he's got a lot of weight to gain
back, and you can bet that I'm going to watch him like a hawk. But,
I can hardly stand it, I'm so happy and so grateful.
Seriously though, I am amazed and humbled at God's compassion and
mercy on this little Siamese cat, as well as His answer to all my
prayers. Don't mean to preach, but I do mean to give the credit and
glory to God.
An ecstatic Debbi and a hopefully, totally, on-the-mend Pookie!!
YIPEE, YIPEE, HOORAY, HOORAY, WOO HOO, WOO HOO, MMRRROOWWWWWWWW
>^..^< Soli Deo Gloria