I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before, so please bear with me while I say again that if you’re a caregiver, other things should go smoothly in life. It’s like there should be a deal with the universe that you’re already dealing with something HUGE so you don’t have to deal with any other problems or potential problems.
We have a kitty, Sagwa, that we love. Our son picked him out at the shelter when our son, who as of today is a high school senior (YIKES!!), was in kindergarten. Sagwa, who was named Mickey when he was first spotted, was ten months old. We had gone to the shelter to get a cat. When our son saw Sagwa from across the room, he pointed to the cat and proclaimed that was the cat he wanted.
The three adults there, us and the shelter worker, all explained that isn’t how you pick a cat. You begin by approaching and petting the cat, and if that goes well, you can take the cat into a separate room to see if you like it and it likes you. We did all that and brought home Mickey, who was immediately renamed Sagwa. (At that time, Sagwa was a show on PBS Kids about a Siamese cat who wrote in Chinese caligraphy about her adventures. And yes, our cat is a boy.)
Sagwa is a wonderful kitty. Steve has even trained him to carry socks to the hamper if you put them on his back! He likes to play hide-and-seek, play with a fishing toy, and enjoys Paint for Cats.
In the last month, we have discovered two places where the cat has pee’d outside his litter box. We don’t know when it happened, but this is very out of character for our sweet Sagwa. When we discovered the second incident, I called the vet and made an appointment.
Our son and I took Sagwa to the vet yesterday and they took a urine sample. Needle into the bladder! Yuck! I received a call this morning that the cat has lots of crystals in his urine. That’s not a good thing. It could lead to a blockage which is a REALLY BAD thing. Tomorrow I have to take the cat to the vet in the morning for x-rays and blood work. We need to change his diet (that will be a challenge!) and try to get him to drink more water. Fortunately he does drink a lot of water now, so that’s good. I also have to watch his urination. I’m not sure what they mean by that, but I guess I’ll be finding out.
Just like when my husband received a diagnosis, I headed over to Google to see what I could learn. It sounds like feline lower urinary tract disease (FLUTD). Just like with a diagnosis for a person, I shouldn’t have read it.
The hardest part about a pet being sick is that they can’t tell you what’s wrong or what hurts and you can’t explain to them what is happening. I feel badly that tomorrow I have to put Sagwa back in the carrier (which he hates) and drive him (which he hates) to the vet (which he hates) to stay at the vet, which I can’t imagine he’ll love. Sagwa seems as happy and healthy as ever, but obviously he isn’t as healthy as he seems.
I’m trying not to worry about this and think about the “what ifs” and just make sure there’s plenty of fresh water and lots of hands available to provide pets.