Wednesday, February 17. 2010 A couple weeks ago, I mentioned my kitty Simon was having some issues. It's been two weeks since he was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and put on the drug Tapazole. The first 10 days went great. I had success hiding the pill in tuna or a pill pocket (more on this later), and only ended up pilling him two or three times during those ten days. I also started to notice his behavior changing. He wasn’t hollering so much, nor was he as clingy. Late last Friday, Simon started throwing up. He was still throwing up on Sunday and hadn't eaten or drank anything since Saturday. He was looking really bad. I tried to get him to eat something - anything - but he wouldn't even look at food. He was just too nauseated. All he would do is throw up. And he was so exhausted from throwing up all the time, he wouldn't even walk away after he barfed. He pretty much just stood there by it or sometimes in it and look really pitiful. After cleaning up his barf for the I don't know what number time at 2:00AM, I started to wonder if it was time to start thinking about making "that" decision. Let me tell you, having to think about doing that is depressing and upsetting and panic inducing and all sorts of other emotions that I couldn't even begin to detail. On Monday, he looked slightly perkier, so I decided to wait to call the vet. But, he still was refusing food and water. So, I called the Copper Country Vet Clinic and explained the situation. I was fearing the worst, but Dr. Cole reassured me that things probably weren’t as bad as they seemed. The first thing we needed to address was the nausea, then possible dehydration, and then getting some calories in him. For the nausea, Simon was prescribed Metoclopramide, which I have to apply to his inner ear twice/day. It comes in a syringe and I have to wear gloves when I apply it. I felt slightly embarrassed by purchase and had to resist the urge to explain it to the checkout lady at Shopko. “It’s for my cat!!” Yeah, like that would make it seem less weird. And then this, as I was opening a can of food for Spencer. A perky, bright eyed, happy, HUNGRY Simon! I gave him food, and he ate. And ate, and ate. And drank lots of water. And it’s been four hours and everything is staying down. What a relief! I’m going to hold off on administering the medicine and the baby food/drink because I don’t think he needs it at this point. One thing Dr. Cole did tell me was that this was pretty typical for a senior cat (I didn’t know that), so at least I have the tools to deal with it, if it happens again.
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