Our cat Chili has had a very rough go of it the past few months. And that means we've had a rough go, too.
It started in February, when he suddenly started walking into and out of the litter box constantly (and I mean constantly!) all while making very distressed meows. We called our vet and they said to bring him in right then. We learned that urinary blockages in male cats are considered a straight-up emergency; the longer you wait, the worse it will get. So we took him in, they sedated him, put in a catheter, and were able to flush out his bladder. He seemed okay after that. They said this type of thing can happen when the weather changes, weirdly, and that week had seen a sudden warm-up. They also had us switch him to a urinary-care specialty food.
That was all well and good, until about three weeks later, when it happened again! He was meowing all around the litter box. This time, matters were made more complicated because our vet had an emergency health issue of her own! She was in the hospital having surgery. She was the sole veterinarian at that business, so when we called for advice, her office recommended we take Chili to the emergency animal clinic. We did, and they determined Chili had another urinary blockage, and he had bladder stones and needed surgery! ☹️
We left him there for a couple of days while he had the surgery and was monitored post-op. When we could take him home, they said he had to wear a cone for about 10 days, and be confined to a small room, so he didn't run and jump around too much. He also had some meds to take.
We followed all those directions dutifully. A week later, though, it happened again! More constant, painful litter box meows. By this point, our vet's office was bringing in substitute vets on a day-by-day basis. We went in to see one. She tried unsuccessfully to put in a catheter, so she recommended we take him to the emergency animal clinic again. So, back we went. The vet at the clinic also could not get a catheter in. The only option left at this point was PU surgery. They described it as an operation that basically turns a male cat into a female cat. I won't go into the details. You can look it up.
However, this was on a Friday afternoon, and the clinic didn't have a surgeon who could do the surgery over the weekend, so they sent us to a specialty clinic closer to Chicago.
(A quick aside: several months before all of this, I went to a presentation at our library about disaster preparedness. The speaker had lots of good recommendations, one of which was never let your car get below half a tank of gas. You never know how far you'll have to drive in an emergency. That's great advice. And neither of us followed it. As we were rushing Chili around from vet to clinic, both of our cars were on empty. So we had to stop and get gas before we could go to the specialty clinic, and as I stood there pumping gas, I kept wishing I'd followed the speaker's advice.)
So we drove Chili to the specialty clinic, and we were amazed at how nice it was. Wendy said she's been in people hospitals that weren't as nice as this animal hospital. She was right! We left Chili there for a couple of days while he had the surgery and was monitored afterwards. For the record, this was Chili's second surgery in two weeks!
When we brought him home, we had a lot of meds to give him on a daily basis, and he had to wear the collar for another two weeks. A few days later, we took him to the vet to have the sutures from his first surgery removed (we saw another substitute vet because our normal vet was still recuperating).
After a few weeks, there was one weekend where Chili started to seem like his old self again. He'd come downstairs and hang out with us, and sit in some of his favorite spots. Then all of a sudden he regressed, stopped coming downstairs, and just sat in one spot all day. When he did walk around, he kept his belly close to the floor.
That didn't seem right, so I called the vet's office. They didn't have a substitute vet that day, so I wound up taking Chili to the emergency animal clinic again! This time they determined he had what they described as a "raging" urinary tract infection. They gave us some antibiotics to give him for a week. Thankfully, it helped.
After a week, we took him to the vet, where we saw another substitute vet. She said his PU incision was looking good and the collar could come off. Finally!
However, over the next few days Chili kept licking his incision a lot, and that didn't seem good. Back to see another substitute vet. This one said "Nope, the collar needs to go back on for another couple of weeks." ☹️
So now here we are. I'm happy to say that our normal vet is back from her medical leave and we've talked to her on the phone a couple of times. Chili's next appointment is on Friday; we're hoping we'll be able to see her for the first time since all of this started in February. Chili still isn't back to his normal self, though. It might be because he's been stuck wearing a collar for a month and a half now. He's lost a lot of weight, too. We'll see on Friday if he's gained any of it back.
If you're thinking that all of this must have been expensive, you're right! "Mind-blowing" is the phrase I'm thinking of, and not in a good way. I'd never considered getting pet insurance before, but now I really wish I had!
This has been a long post. I just hope Mr. Chili keeps getting better!