FinnishLapphund
There's no cow on the ice
I was supposed to have done a No water for 12 hours, out to pee late in the night, up at 06 to get a morning pee sample-test with Blomma on Friday, due to her Diabetes Insipidus, see this thread, but Jonna, 15 years, was a bit more tired than usual on Wednesday evening, didn't eat Thursday's breakfast, and she was more tired, so I called my veterinarian, and got an appointment for them to see Jonna on Friday, just before 14 o'clock, and we decided to wait with Blomma's test until next week.
Jonna seemed a little bit perkier later in the day, and did eat some of her food, but she threw it up during the night. Came and wanted her breakfast Friday morning, so I gave her some, and thought I will simply have to tell the vets she's eaten breakfast. Around 4 hours later, the breakfast came back up.
Although I had a morning urine sample with me, just in case they would want to have a look at it, I went to the vets being sure they would find something bad, and that I would have to euthanise her. I had basically written her eulogy, ready to post it on here.
But the veterinarian felt her over, without finding anything wrong, and said that despite her age, she's in such good condition, that the vet suggested taking some blood samples, check the urine sample, and doing x-rays, to make sure there wasn't something that could be done.
They didn't find anything immediately deadly! Her liver is somewhat enlarged, and her liver values is above normal, but they're more or less the same as earlier this year, when the values had been a bit improved after I switched to feeding them 4 smaller portions per day, and started giving her a food where the proteins mostly comes from vegetables = easier for the liver.
X-rays showed no tumours in neither chest, nor abdomen. Her temperature was 38,9°, and the only bad thing they found was that one of the blood test indicates that she has a boil, somewhere in her body.
But without knowing where the boil is, they don't dare give her any medication for it, because any residue might end up in her liver, and they don't want to risk her liver over a boil only a blood sample indicates is somewhere, but they haven't found.
They gave her an injection to help with the nausea, and told me to buy pills to help treat the nausea/calm her stomach, and buy several cans of special food. They hope that with rest, and if she can keep her food, maybe her body will have the energy to take care of the boil, wherever it is, by itself.
If nothing happens acutely during the weekend, I should call the vets on Monday, and discuss if she's improved enough to continue, or if we need to come in and euthanise her.
Fingers crossed, she hasn't thrown up again, and she's a little more herself, but tired, today. They said I should keep an eye on her temperature, but I forgot to ask how often I'm supposed to do that. I'm planning on doing it 4 times per day, and hope that's good enough.
I'm trying to stay positive, but I fear that even if she seems to get better now, that this is a sign of that something is starting to go wrong in her body.
I haven't mentioned some of the following before, because shit happens in life, and mentioning it doesn't change anything, but now, I need to get it off my chest. I think this year have been the worst in my life, this far. My parents, and me got scammed by some roofers this Spring (we live together in a 2 family house).
My dad started the whole thing, he, and mum lost money, and I lost some of my savings trying to sort out the situation. But with scammers being scammers, they left us with a ruined outer roof, so I've spent from May to August on building a new outer roof mostly myself, with some help from my 2 nephews.
I have no education in building, I have Narcolepsy which makes me tired, and limits the numbers of hours I can be active, but I'm somewhat handy with a hammer, so I did my best. Part of me thinks it will hold, but the other part of me is worried about if I really managed to make it sturdy enough, and I get a bit of a cramp feeling in my stomach every time I'm home, and it rains.
This also meant we didn't have time to move out to our tiny Summer cabin this Summer. I was knackered after finishing the roof, but just as we where going to move out, and spend one or two Autumn months in the Summer cabin, first Blomma got sick (see thread mentioned in the beginning), and then Berta my Cornish Rex cat got cancer, and we decided to follow what the veterinarian recommended would be best for her, which was to do nothing, and just take her home, and spoil her. And Berta didn't like travelling, so with shorter distance to the vets from our city home, we decided to stay there until we euthanised her.
The Coronavirus quarantine for people over 70 have made my dad seem to age at least 10 years. Being scammed by roofers put even more stones on the burden, and I'm worried about his health.
I know things could be worse, and I'm grateful that we've this far have managed to avoid getting Covid-19 etc, but Berta's death, Blomma's medication levels still in a bit of a limbo, and now this.
I'm tired of the year 2020, please keep your fingers crossed for Jonna on Monday.
A photo of my fluffy trio waiting at the veterinarians yesterday (Jonna, Beata, and Blomma):
Showing how stressed they are over being at the veterinarian clinic:
When I was sure I was going to write Jonna's eulogy, I tried taking a picture of the very best photo I've taken of Jonna in my digital camera, from when she was around 10, 11 years old:
Jonna seemed a little bit perkier later in the day, and did eat some of her food, but she threw it up during the night. Came and wanted her breakfast Friday morning, so I gave her some, and thought I will simply have to tell the vets she's eaten breakfast. Around 4 hours later, the breakfast came back up.
Although I had a morning urine sample with me, just in case they would want to have a look at it, I went to the vets being sure they would find something bad, and that I would have to euthanise her. I had basically written her eulogy, ready to post it on here.
But the veterinarian felt her over, without finding anything wrong, and said that despite her age, she's in such good condition, that the vet suggested taking some blood samples, check the urine sample, and doing x-rays, to make sure there wasn't something that could be done.
They didn't find anything immediately deadly! Her liver is somewhat enlarged, and her liver values is above normal, but they're more or less the same as earlier this year, when the values had been a bit improved after I switched to feeding them 4 smaller portions per day, and started giving her a food where the proteins mostly comes from vegetables = easier for the liver.
X-rays showed no tumours in neither chest, nor abdomen. Her temperature was 38,9°, and the only bad thing they found was that one of the blood test indicates that she has a boil, somewhere in her body.
But without knowing where the boil is, they don't dare give her any medication for it, because any residue might end up in her liver, and they don't want to risk her liver over a boil only a blood sample indicates is somewhere, but they haven't found.
They gave her an injection to help with the nausea, and told me to buy pills to help treat the nausea/calm her stomach, and buy several cans of special food. They hope that with rest, and if she can keep her food, maybe her body will have the energy to take care of the boil, wherever it is, by itself.
If nothing happens acutely during the weekend, I should call the vets on Monday, and discuss if she's improved enough to continue, or if we need to come in and euthanise her.
Fingers crossed, she hasn't thrown up again, and she's a little more herself, but tired, today. They said I should keep an eye on her temperature, but I forgot to ask how often I'm supposed to do that. I'm planning on doing it 4 times per day, and hope that's good enough.
I'm trying to stay positive, but I fear that even if she seems to get better now, that this is a sign of that something is starting to go wrong in her body.
I haven't mentioned some of the following before, because shit happens in life, and mentioning it doesn't change anything, but now, I need to get it off my chest. I think this year have been the worst in my life, this far. My parents, and me got scammed by some roofers this Spring (we live together in a 2 family house).
My dad started the whole thing, he, and mum lost money, and I lost some of my savings trying to sort out the situation. But with scammers being scammers, they left us with a ruined outer roof, so I've spent from May to August on building a new outer roof mostly myself, with some help from my 2 nephews.
I have no education in building, I have Narcolepsy which makes me tired, and limits the numbers of hours I can be active, but I'm somewhat handy with a hammer, so I did my best. Part of me thinks it will hold, but the other part of me is worried about if I really managed to make it sturdy enough, and I get a bit of a cramp feeling in my stomach every time I'm home, and it rains.
This also meant we didn't have time to move out to our tiny Summer cabin this Summer. I was knackered after finishing the roof, but just as we where going to move out, and spend one or two Autumn months in the Summer cabin, first Blomma got sick (see thread mentioned in the beginning), and then Berta my Cornish Rex cat got cancer, and we decided to follow what the veterinarian recommended would be best for her, which was to do nothing, and just take her home, and spoil her. And Berta didn't like travelling, so with shorter distance to the vets from our city home, we decided to stay there until we euthanised her.
The Coronavirus quarantine for people over 70 have made my dad seem to age at least 10 years. Being scammed by roofers put even more stones on the burden, and I'm worried about his health.
I know things could be worse, and I'm grateful that we've this far have managed to avoid getting Covid-19 etc, but Berta's death, Blomma's medication levels still in a bit of a limbo, and now this.
I'm tired of the year 2020, please keep your fingers crossed for Jonna on Monday.
A photo of my fluffy trio waiting at the veterinarians yesterday (Jonna, Beata, and Blomma):
Showing how stressed they are over being at the veterinarian clinic:
When I was sure I was going to write Jonna's eulogy, I tried taking a picture of the very best photo I've taken of Jonna in my digital camera, from when she was around 10, 11 years old:
Hoping Monday brings better news
