Spot is Doing Great!

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My best boy and Super-Bengal Spot was diagnosed with kidney failure last year.
I freaked out entirely. As usual for me, I wrote about it (here), talked about it (with iDJ and Socks and probably anyone else that didn’t roll their eyes when I said “I’m upset because my cat has been diagnosed with a fatal disease.”), and I worried about it a lot. So much so that I lost my marbles and the day after the vet visit, I backed the Mini into the wall outside our house, hard.

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I was so mortified by this extreme idiocy at the time that I couldn’t write about it. I have never, ever done something so stupid in, or to, a car.

The car is fixed now, of course, but it set us back financially quite a bit. Which meant our return visit to the vet – meant to be done before Christmas – didn’t happen until today.

I dithered over taking him in. The last time he bit the crap out of the vet, and was so stressed on the drive it hardly seemed worth doing it again. Then I thought hard and realised that if I kept falling short on taking care of my best boy, and he got worse because of it, I’d never ever forgive myself. So we harnessed him up and made the 30 minute drive to the vet this morning.

He doesn’t go into a crate. He just isn’t that kind of cat. He loves a car trip: but only if we stay under 40mph. That speed is not an option when going to the vet! I have to say that today the hollering wasn’t too bad, and he never tried to get under iDJ’s feet (he was driving), so all in all it wasn’t too stressful this time. Our vet has a pet shop next door so I took him over there for a wander around while we waited our turn. The two filthy working border collies and the young Jack Russel in the queue ahead of us were giving Spot some very, very hungry looks…

It came our turn, and Spot was relaxed and calm, not a shiver or a scared meow. He had his arsehole examined, and his belly listened to, and his mouth and teeth checked – his guts were a bit gassy but everything else is excellent. What clinched it for our vet was the weighing. Spot has gained an entire US pound since we last visited! He’s just under 9lbs now (4.05 kilos), which is an amazing improvement and is a wonderful indicator that the disease is under control. Doc didn’t even feel the need to take a blood sample.

Spot has been on Science Diet C/D dry food nearly his entire life because when he was a very young cat, barely past kittenhood, he got bladder stones. They have never recurred due to the C/D, and I am happy to pay for it. The vet is impressed that Spottie never got fat on this food, as it is apparently quite common for cats to pack on the weight with Science Diet C/D. Considering that perfectly healthy Lokii also eats the C/D and also isn’t fat (okay he has little jiggly underbelly flaps, but he does have a waist and you can feel his ribs), I wonder if it is the way we feed it to them, which has been free-choice since birth. They have never known what real hunger feels like, so they never over-eat.

Last time we were in, the doc wanted us to give Spot wet food as a supplement, to help hydrate his kidneys. Doc really wanted us to stay with the C/d formula, and both boys loved it. For months, it was a super-special treat for them. Then we ran out for three days… and when we got more Spot refused to eat it. Dammit! Lokii got to eat it all, the flabby-bellied chow-hound! We’ve been so worried since.

So, since no one was waiting after us, the doc walked next door with us and spent a good amount to time talking over food for not just Spot, but poor Neko who has also been under the weather lately. Now, our vets always take their time, but it seemed a little different when he knew no one else was waiting – more relaxed – but it could be just me because I know how it feels to have impatient people glaring at you. Not that I heard much of the conversation as Spot was intent on walking us to the back of the shop where I had to stand there and watch him rub all over a pallet. Sigh.

We took him to the big garden centre on the way home. He likes it there! he got some love from a Polish lady who works in the small-animal department, and was carted around by myself outside to look at plants.

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So: it is so wonderful to have good news, and while I know the kidney disease will be what takes Spottie-Pants away from me eventually, I know it won’t be any time soon.

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14 responses »

  1. Awwwww – I’m going to be odd and leave the first comment on my own post. Hubby already read this and came to me saying ‘I’m nearly in tears.’ Why, says I; it isn’t meant to be a tears kind of post? ‘He’s our good boy and I’m just happy he’s doing well.’

    Love that man.

  2. HOORAY! I love everything about this wonderful post! Well, maybe I don’t love the mooshed car, but I sure feel for you about that. Youse are all beauties. And what a picture of Spotster! Fantastic. Happy Memorial Day!

  3. Awww that is the best picture ever. Even beats the good-morning-cat-ass pics.

    When I was coming back from planning my late and ex husband’s memorial service — and I am a careful, fussy, little old lady driver — I banged my old car Melissa into a parking lot stanchion and crunched the driver’s door in so that it would hardly open. First mark I’d left on her in 18 years. I pounded it out enough to get the door working and left it that way, kind of a memorial. Things like that do it to you.

    • Now why am I not surprised you name your cars? Seriously, we are nearly family. The Mini doesn’t have a name, because it isn’t 100% mine (shared with hubby and his mum). Named all the rest of my vehicles, though – a tradition from my mom who named the dishwasher and the garbage disposal.

      Spot was on my back – I had to cut myself out as I had an unfortunate double chin going on, being all bent over as I was. I don’t care when I’m walking around in public with a cat on my back what I look like, but I don’t care to memorialise it!

      It took me about two months to feel comfortable in reverse after that. Ugh.

  4. Love that you take him out to garden centres – everyone must adore seeing such a beautiful fellow out and about. Very good news indeed on his weight gain – enough to forget the horror of the fender bender?

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