What are you made of?

Yesterday I realized that I have inherited the wimp gene. The only problem is, I don’t know who I inherited it from. Or, maybe instead of saying wimp I should say over sensitive and emotional?

Coco has had her ups and downs with her tummy and far too many trips to the vet for a four year old cat. She was sick again last week but I thought we had turned things around only for her to relapse two days later. I took her back to the vet yesterday and it turned out to be one of the worst days of my life but with a happy ending.

The vet drew blood this time, so she had to be semi-sedated. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything for hours. I got her home and after 7 hours waiting for the drug to wear off I finally gave her some food and water. What happened next is forever etched into my memory.

Coco jumped into the bathtub where it was still wet from my bath. I could hear thrashing in the bathroom and just figured she was in her sand box but instead I found her in the tub having a seizure. I grabbed hold of her and her eyes were wide and black and she didn’t appear to be breathing, just convulsing. She suddenly looked so small and fragile to me and she needed me to do something, but I didn’t know what.

I’m not proud to say that I went hysterical. I grabbed my phone and called Mama. Mama didn’t even recognize my voice and I finally croaked out Coco needs you come here! Mama arrived in ten minutes.

Next, I called my friend Joanne. By then Coco seemed to be breathing again but clearly I wasn’t. Joanne got the story out of me and then calmed me down and called the vet for me.

We don’t fully know why Coco had a seizure 7 hours after the anestetic. I thought about heat exhaustion but again, we had been home for 7 hours, although she was not permitted to drink anything yet, so maybe dehydration brought it on. I was instructed to wait until she was fully awake and alert before giving her any…maybe I waited too long?

It is normal I think, to replay the day and wonder what did I do wrong? Did I feed her too soon? Too late? Was she in the car too long? Does she have epilepsy? Or worse?

She is on some pills for her tummy and we are waiting for her test results to come back Monday. It is with a heavy heart that I am scheduled to fly out tomorrow. I don’t want to leave my baby.

The good news is that she is sleeping peacefully right now and seems to be okay. Me on the other hand, well I’m still a bag of nerves and it has become quite clear to me that I don’t handle emergencies very well 😦

As much as I bitch and moan about my crazy mother-in-law, she came here for me immediately. I know she cares. And I have amazing friends too, Joanne just got home from the hospital yesterday and there she was on the phone calming me down and calling the vet for me!

Today, I’m grateful for the fact that Coco is still alive, Mama is rock solid and Joanne is simply amazing.

About lmarmstrong66

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5 Responses to What are you made of?

  1. katecrimmins says:

    Don’t beat yourself up. I am a solid rock when it comes to anything people-related. When one of my cats gets sick, I’m a basket case often making my husband accompany me to the vet because I’m afraid I won’t be rational. Your cat is so young to have such issues. I know your mother in law loves Coco so whoever will sit her while you are gone, she will be in good hands with lots of folks caring. Of course, that won’t stop you from worrying.

  2. francis says:

    God bless you and your friend and inlaw

  3. llthayer says:

    Oh, that’s so scary and awful, Leah! I’m really sorry that you had to go through that with Coco and had to leave her while traveling. She will be loved and look after and be waiting for you when you come home. Sending both of you lots of love!

  4. Elizabeth Davidson says:

    We can only do our best. We make decisions that we think are right at the time. And you are not alone in feeling this way.

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