my poor kitty
It’s a been a crappy new year so far. A week ago, last Saturday night, my cat Anton broke his leg wrestling with another cat of mine, Zorina. Total freak accident.
I took him to the 24 hour emergency vet down in Tualatin. They x-rayed him, and gave me some pain medicine, but there was nothing that could be done - he needed surgery, but no surgeons were available anywhere in Portland until Tuesday.
So I kept him drugged and fairly still over the holiday. Tuesday, he was operated on, Wednesday I brought him home, but then his leg swelled up overnight, and so he went back to the hospital on Thursday, his chest filling up with fluids. During the tests and treatment, he stopped breathing a couple of times, so he had to be transfered back down to the 24 hour clinic for monitoring and IV during the night.
I brought him back home yesterday. He is doing pretty well, but it appears that his heart may have suffered some damage as a side effect of the surgery, as an aggravation of an underlying hidden condition. So I need to take him to yet another doctor next week to have his heart looked at.
He still has to have a metal rod removed from his leg once the bone knits satisfactorily.
It’s been an expensive and nerve-wracking week. I have spent hours in traffic jams, shuttling the poor kitty around. I am exhausted, my house is a mess, and I’m even more broke than before.
