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Rowley Update
Jul. 9th, 2009 05:33 pmI've been scared to post this for fear I'll jinx it, but Rowley has made an unexpected and remarkable comeback from the sickness that I thought was going to end his life.
When I left the house Tuesday for, he was still heart-breakingly weak and lethargic and would eat. It had been about 5 days since he'd eaten, maybe 6. Walking home that evening, my heart was heavy and I was emotionally prepared to find him dead. Sad as I was, I needed food myself, and I stopped at White Hen and got a ham sandwich. I figured I'd be too busy crying to eat it, though.
When I got to the door, I was greeted by both cats. Rowley was up and walking, looking lucid for the first time in days. I ushered them both into the kitchen, and through the bag he smelled my sandwich and began caterwauling for it! He wanted food! I literally leapt for joy. He was pawing at the sandwich, demanding some as I ripped off the wrapper and pulled most of the meat out of the sandwich and tore it up for him. He dove in! He was eating so voraciously that he was sort of purr-grunting as he scarfed. BenBen joined the feast.
It's been like that yesterday and today. He wants food, food, food, and he's drinking water again. He's his old vocal self, and though it seems he now has trouble staying focused on whatever he's doing and is skinny as a rail, that's part of being elderly. He can have all the ham and tuna he can gobble down, and I'm so happy that it looks like I'm not going to loose him quite yet.
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beowabbit has been so incredibly helpful and supportive, helping me give Rowley sub-cutaneous fluids (nay, doing it for me, basically), picking up supplies at Angell Memorial, loving the cats and being my heart's comfort. Not a day goes by that I don't feel immeasurable gratitude to him.
When I left the house Tuesday for, he was still heart-breakingly weak and lethargic and would eat. It had been about 5 days since he'd eaten, maybe 6. Walking home that evening, my heart was heavy and I was emotionally prepared to find him dead. Sad as I was, I needed food myself, and I stopped at White Hen and got a ham sandwich. I figured I'd be too busy crying to eat it, though.
When I got to the door, I was greeted by both cats. Rowley was up and walking, looking lucid for the first time in days. I ushered them both into the kitchen, and through the bag he smelled my sandwich and began caterwauling for it! He wanted food! I literally leapt for joy. He was pawing at the sandwich, demanding some as I ripped off the wrapper and pulled most of the meat out of the sandwich and tore it up for him. He dove in! He was eating so voraciously that he was sort of purr-grunting as he scarfed. BenBen joined the feast.
It's been like that yesterday and today. He wants food, food, food, and he's drinking water again. He's his old vocal self, and though it seems he now has trouble staying focused on whatever he's doing and is skinny as a rail, that's part of being elderly. He can have all the ham and tuna he can gobble down, and I'm so happy that it looks like I'm not going to loose him quite yet.
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beowabbit has been so incredibly helpful and supportive, helping me give Rowley sub-cutaneous fluids (nay, doing it for me, basically), picking up supplies at Angell Memorial, loving the cats and being my heart's comfort. Not a day goes by that I don't feel immeasurable gratitude to him.