It's been very hard because he is resisting food and water. I syringe-fed him and he regurgitates everything out. Even water. He would salivate and force every bit of it out after that. He hasn't eaten or drunk since Thursday afternoon.
Feeding him his medicines is a nightmare. He bites and scratches me. He is fighting. And half hour after giving him the medicines, he salivates and starts regurgitating everything out. I think perhaps his stomach is empty, so it's not taking the medicines well because most medicines must be taken after food. For this reason, I forcefed some food, only to have everything thrown out. He would salivate until there is foam around his mouth and it is scary.
I don't really know what to make of this and can't really understand why he is resisting all the help I'm giving him.
It is extremely frustrating.
Here I am, doing my best to help him, and here he is, resisting it with all his might.It's feels like I'm fighting a losing battle.
I suppose he knows what he wants and he only wants what he wants - to sit under a car on the road.
He doesn't want to eat or drink. There is no pee or poo either. He doesn't want his medicines. He just wants to sit under a car on the road. If only that could heal him (who knows, maybe it can?), I'll gladly accompany him on the road.
I will take him for acupuncture today, and see if Dr Susanna can do something for him.
In my moments of frustration, I wonder if we should even interfere or not. I worry our interference is doing more harm than good. We are creatures of a concrete and unnatural world. They are creatures of a natural world. Our worlds overlap, but to what extent? How much overlapping can we or should we allow, where is the line? When do we stop?
We are interfering with Nature albeit with "good" intentions, or so we think.
This morning, when I opened the door of the room, he walked out and went straight to the window sill. I brought him back to offer him food, but he wasn't interested in any of it. Then, it was medicine time. Baytril, Clavomox, Denzo, Neurobion and Vetri DMG. It was a battle and I was bitten again. He still has the energy to fight despite having not eaten for two days now. He chewed the Baytril and spat it all out. I don't know why he simply hates Baytril. The vet says it is beef-flavoured and there's been no complaints about Baytril so far. It's Metraconazole or Doxy that animals hate, not Baytril. Well, Indy hates Baytril. I had to give him another dose. The vet had said the antibiotics is what is going to make him well again - we are totally depending on these two antibiotics now. He cannot think of any other treatment as far as western medicine is concerned. The only other thing we could do for Indy is to do an IVP (Intra-vitro Pyelonephragram - not sure if I've got this right) where dye is injected into his bloodstream to see the flow through his kidneys. If there is concentration of dye in any of his kidneys, it shows kidney dysfunction and that kidney would be surgically removed. However, this procedure is highly invasive and some animals don't survive the procedure. Not the surgery, but the procedure itself can kill the animal.
Indy's temperature this morning was 37.5 degrees, which is below normal. I took it again and it was 37.7 degrees, so I suppose that's his temperature. If it is correct, there is no fever, but it's below normal temperature.
Meanwhile, while all this looks grim, Tabs brings cheer to the household. I opened the door this morning and Tabs jumped down happily from Indy's pile of books on the porch. I guess she must have either slept on the porch all night or was waiting for me to open the door.
Meanwhile, Bunny gets breakfast in bed. He is still eating very well but spends most of the time upstairs on Jia-Wen's bed. I think Bunny should be okay since he is still eating very well. I bring him food up for him. His temperature this morning was 38.9 degrees, which is on the high-end of normal temperature for cats (between 38 and 39 degrees).
Nursing two sick cats, having to pack to move house, dealing with contractors who don't honour their word or deadlines plus dealing with other challenging humans is really getting to me. As Dickens says, "It is the best of times; it is the worst of times". We live in wisdom and foolishness and sometimes, we don't know which is which anymore. But it's in challenging times, that we put ourselves to the test and emerge either better or worse.
Please wish me luck in my trip to TTDI today, with Indy in the car, and I really pray the acupuncture will do him some good.
UPDATES at 7.35am - Indy did not resist being syringe-fed with water! Small mercies, but still a mercy, nevertheless, and a little celebration.
He still doesn't want food, though. But he's alert. Also, not interested in his ultraman toy yet.
Cow accompanies Indy.
Unfortunately, right after typing this, Indy salivated and regurgitated his medicine out. This always happens half an hour to one hour after giving him the medicines. I think his stomach is rejecting everything that goes in.
Tabs is a destressor.
My husband said she must be the rebirth of one of our former cats since our cats completely accept her and she seems to know the house very well. She even goes upstairs and sleeps on the bed. We can't decided if she is Vixey, or Suki, or maybe Kimba. From her mannerisms, she reminds me of Kimba. Kimba came from the back alley one night, jumped straight into my arms and he too was completely at home instantly. Kimba was Indy's best friend.
Maybe she just happened to have a lot of affinity with all of us.