He's never had a single problem. Always acted normal, he plays fetch with fuzzy mice....he is a cat, but he's MY cat. It has been Him and I for 7 years....He's my baby....and this week I could tell something was wrong....
I had been cleaning my apartment, kept the windows all open....just spring cleaning. I noticed that he was hacking...what I thought might be a furball, but he was hacking and hacking and nothing came up. He started getting slow...not doing much...he looked tired...his breathing was labored, and after about a day in a half I knew I had to take him in...
His little x-rays showed his lungs were inflamed....he was having an asthma attack....I immediately thought it was my fault because I have smoked around him....but I am pretty sure it was because of the cleaning supplies I was using recently....
After 6 hours at the vet....and scaring the shit out of me by asking me to approve a DNR....from 10 - 4am.....they gave me back my cat and told me to keep an eye on him....gave me some meds....
His breathing is still harsh.....he's just laying around.....but he's eating....
This is by far one of the most difficult things i've ever had to deal with....I know that in comparison to most horrific things, it's nothing....but to me, it's everything.
So for now, i'm just making sure he's comfortable, and if anything changes, he's going back to the vet.....
Send some positive vibes his way...he's just a little dude trying to stay alive...
Thanks to Steve who came and stayed with me while I was at the vet...I couldn't ask for a better friend.....
Love,
Jamie
