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April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. (April also breeds pollen, and lots of it.)
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Angst stopped eating and drinking about a week ago, near as we can tell. Last Tuesday, we could audibly hear him taking each breath through a clogged nose. He’s always been a little sneezy and wheezy so we weren’t sure if we should be worried. He stopped using the litterbox, and he stayed in the corner in the back of Doc’s closet, hiding. Thursday night we took him to the emergency hospital because we were afraid he wasn’t going to make it. His breathing sounded rattly and sporadic, and he looked so thin. He weighed 7.8 pounds, which is about 2 pounds less than he weighed a couple of months ago. They gave him fluids and antibiotics, and said if he didn’t perk up by Saturday, to take him to our vet. He only seemed to get worse. We went to the store and bought one of each different kind of cat food we could find, cans and pouches and treats and little dried fish and something called, creepily enough, “catmilk.” He wouldn’t touch any of it. Twice we force-fed him spongy canned kitten food with a pastry tube, and he tried to spit as much of it out as he could. This morning we took him to our veterinarian. He was diagnosed with pneumonia, severe asthma (and having attacks), and the early stages of liver failure. They planned to give him fluids, steroids, antibiotics, and put him in a nebulizing chamber to get medication directly to his lungs. He needs to be hospitalized until at least Monday. We just got back from visiting him, and he looked a bit more alert. Doc was able to get him to voluntarily eat some canned food. It’s touch and go, very much so; he could have an asthma attack that could prove […]