Photo Comments Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11 lbs.
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Tabby and White
My son's need to 'love' him.
Blitz® TurboScratcher Cat Toy
Favorite Nap Spot:
The computer chair.
Fancy Feast Grilled Chicken - he won't t eat anything else!
He says mom.
Booger was the last of a litter of kittens that belonged to a family that rented a house from my parents. I had asked about the kitten several times but they seemed reluctant to let him go. Then one evening, a few weeks later, I found the kitten in my parent's garage as I was leaving. I had intended to return him to the neighbor, but, when I stopped to tell them that I had found him in my parent's garage, they informed me that they weren't surprised because, and I quote, "he really only comes around for food and he rarely comes around now that we've stopped buying cat food. We just put table scraps out every once in a while." I was apalled, to say the least, but kept my composure. I casually mentioned that I was still interested in taking the kitten home, but, before they could respond, I thanked them and walked away. He was dubbed 'Booger' on the car ride home because of the black 'smears' on his nose, but most of the time he's just 'Boogie'.
This past Easter, a little over eight months ago, I realized that Booger was sick. I was exhausted from working long hours and what little bit of energy I did have left was spent taking care of my ten month old son. I hadn't been paying as much attention to Boogie as I should have been and, on top of that, my fiance had picked up a lot of the household chores. Because of that, I missed all of the early warning signs. I hadn't noticed that Boogie wasn't eating much, if he was even eating at all, because I assumed my fiance had filled the food bowl. I hadn't noticed Boogie had lost a considerable amount of weight because the weight loss was, initally at least, gradual. I hadn't noticed that Boogie's litter box was nearly empty because I assumed that my fiance had cleaned it. And, although I had noticed that Boogie looked 'diry', it never dawned on me that it was because he wasn't grooming himself. Worst of all, I hadn't even realized that he hadn't bothered to come downstairs for days. But, that morning, when Boogie did finally attempt to come downstairs he failed miserably. He literally rolled down the last four steps or so. He cried.
I immediately went into crisis mode. Within fifteen minutes, I had made arrangements with a friend who agreed to watch my son. My fiance and I dropped the baby off and took Boogie straight to the emergency veterinary clinic. $1600 and six hours later, we were informed that, despite perfectly normal test results, it was likely that Boogie's liver had failed. He was severely anemic and would require a blood transfusion, however, because of his critical condition, there was a chance that he could bleed out or go into cardiac arrest during the transfusion. Furthermore, even if he survived the transfusion his chances for making it through the night were slim to none.
The hospital had said they would call if there was any change so I slept with the phone. Although, I'm not sure if I slept at all. The following morning, I called Dr. Myers. (He was my regular veterinarian and I valued his opinion.) He requested Boogie's file from the emergency hospital and called me back within the hour. He informed me that Boogie's liver had not failed and that he wanted me to bring him to the office immediately. Under Dr. Myers care, Boogie was immediately started on fluid and antibiotic therapy, received a second blood transfusion, and underwent numerous tests. He was in intensive care, so to speak, for the next week. Each time he appeared to be improving he\'d experience another setback. On Thursday, Booger's pleural cavity filled up with 100cc of fluid. Dr. Myers prepared me for the worst and informed me that he wanted me to take him home over the weekend. There was nothing more that he could do.
I requested that Boogie's pleural cavity be drained before I picked him up. Although reluctant, Dr. Myers agreed. I picked Boogie up around noon on Saturday. He barely weighed five pounds and looked like he had been found in a dumpster. I took him home and my once lively cat found a hiding space under the baby's crib and refused to move. I took his food and water along with his litter box to him. Each time I went to check on him I half expected to find him dead. You never really know how much a pet means to you until you're faced with losing him. When you have a healthy pet, you tend to take their health for granted. When you lose a pet, you grieve for your loss. But, when you are faced with the unknown, well, I didn't know how to deal with that. I cried like a baby for hours on end. Finally, Sunday afternoon when there was no improvement, I decided that allowing Boogie to suffer just because I didn't want him to die was unfair. Boogie was scheduled to see Dr. Myers on Monday for an evaluation. If Dr. Myers still felt that there was no hope I would agree to have him euthanized.
Monday morning I awoke from a very restless sleep to find Boogie staring me in the face. It took me by surprise, after all, he hadn't moved since I had brought him home on Saturday. He rubbed his head up against my face. For the first time since I was a child I felt like God had answered my prayers. I looked in his eyes and saw that my Boogie didn't want to die. By the time we arrived at the veterinary office Boogie was alert and active. Dr. Myers was stunned to say the least. He ran an in-office blood test to check Boogie's red blood cell count and x-rayed his chest. To my surprise, as well as Dr. Myer's and his staff, Boogie's blood count was in the normal range and there was no fluid in his pleural cavity. By all medical accounts, it appeared to be a miracle.
Boogie was eventually diagnosed with AIHA (Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia). In short, it's an immune disorder in which Boogie's body destroys his own blood cells. He receives an immuno-suppressive dose of prednisone daily and is doing amazingly well. In the beginning, he required weekly trips to the veterinarian which eventually turned into every two weeks, every three weeks, and so on. He was last seen this past October, six months after his initial diagnosis, by a local veterinarian for a complete blood panel. With the exception of a slightly elevated protein count, which is most likely attributed to the prednisone, he seems to be completely healthy.
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