Baby has to spend the weekend with our vet, hurt my heart so very, very much. 

As you know, when we got Baby, she had the world’s worst case of gingivitis.  Even after the vet had cleaned her teeth and scraped her gums. (Bllllrrrrrr), she spent another month getting antibiotics and shots of prednisone to reduce the inflammation.  In August, she finally started to show some improvement and in September, her gums and teeth were finally healed.  Unfortunately, every time we started to take her off the antibiotics, she started vomiting, which is why I took her to see the vet today.

Vet's office

I explained to him that my job is going to disappear forever in a couple of weeks and as reasonable as he is, I was not going to be able to bring either Baby or Giz back in the foreseeable future unless he was willing to let me clean out the horses stalls or sweep and mop his office.  He laughed and patted my hand – comforting but hardly a solution for poor Baby’s problems. 

While he was looking her over, I explained that about her situation.  I told him that if I forgot to give her a dose or if she started to get diarrhea and I decided to stop giving her the antibiotics for a couple of days (his suggestion), she would vomit.  He asked what she threw up (double bluck).  I told him it was always undigested food, which is why I knew which cat had the problem.  (The girls like different kinds of food and they are easily distinguishable if you’re unlucky enough to see them again.)  I announced with some pride that she only liked Fancy Feast Yellowfin Tuna with Delicate Sauces.  He said he wanted to keep Baby for a few days.  He told the assistant he wanted her fed anything but fish.  He didn’t want her to have any form of fish or anything with fish in it.  He suspects she has a food allergy to fish.  At first it didn’t make any sense but as I was driving home thinking about her eating habits, I thought he might be right.  Maybe the antibiotics make the fish tolerable for some reason but when she didn’t have them, the allergy took over.

The vet is so wonderful and understanding, he’s not going to charge us anything for housing her over the weekend.  Of course, if he has to do any tests or x-rays, he’ll have to charge us for that but nothing for food or observation.  I can’t begin to express my gratitude to this marvelous human being.  Still, it was horrible to leave her there for three days.  As soon as she was out of sight, I started crying.  I cried all the way to the car and half the way home.   I called Hubby-honey and told him his best-bud was going to be staying with the vet.  He loves having her spend the night on his chest.  I know he’s bummed about it but he thinks she’ll have a short memory about the whole thing.  I hope he’s right.

Baby a the Vet

What broke my heart was that I knew it’s taken a long time for Baby to trust us.  Now, she’s going to be spending three days cooped up in a cage with strange cats around her and strange people handling her.  I pray she still trusts us when I pick her up.  I miss her too.  You know what, Giz would rather go bald tonight than admit it but I think she misses Baby as well.  She’s been sitting in the window all afternoon, looking at the place under the bush where Baby usually sleeps.

Hubby-honey and I know it’s for the best especially if the vet can find out what’s causing her to have problems so she can live her wonderful life in peace, but we miss our little girl.  Such a tiny little beast and yet she’s found her way firmly into our hearts forever.