|Purred: Mon Sep 2, '13 2:43pm PST |
|I'm not looking for advice, I just wanted a safe place to vent about what happened this week.
A week ago today, I adopted a big black four year old cat named Freddie as a companion for myself and for Kyubey, who suffers from separation anxiety. I set Freddie up in our spare room and started getting to know him.
Within a day, it was evident that Freddie drinks and pees WAY more than a normal cat, so I brought him to the vet for bloodwork and a urinalysis. Since he's only four (and I do know that for certain, as his foster mom has had him since kittenhood) I was not expecting much to show up, so I wasn't too worried. I was wrong.
Freddie only has about 25% kidney function left. Given his age, this is probably genetic and could not have been prevented. He needs to start on prescription food, fluids, pepcid, enalapril, renacare gel, and an iron supplement as he is quite anemic.
I agonized over the decision all day yesterday, and I have decided to return him to the rescue. He has been in one home his entire life (He had a hard time finding an adopter because he's black and he hates pet fairs) and he's been with me for less than a week. I think if I start making him take all sorts of pills and jabbing him with needles he is going to lose all trust in me. Plus, the rescue can cover the cost of his medications, which will add up quickly until he can get stabilized.
I picked up enough K/D food to keep him for a few days, and emailed his foster mom about returning him. On the plus side for the rescue, I did spend $300 on diagnostics so at least they have a very clear picture of what is happening to poor Freddie.
I am so crushed by the way this turned out. Freddie is a very sweet boy, but I would not have adopted him if I had known about his health.
Anyways, thank you for letting me vent here. My heart is breaking, and I'm glad I don't have to work today because I am a wreck.
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