Cat Facts
Remembering Perry
Perry was robust, except for bamboleo. But as the days passed, I worried, especially because the other could have died. He let me caress my back when he ate, another indication that he could have (or had) a human family. So … one night I put my bearer (always in the car) by his side, I opened the upper part (I always get a starter), I broke it and placed it gently on the bearer.
We have a quite large rear bath, with a window, glass door outside, large cat tree, etc., and I released it. He didn’t get too scared, but he didn’t let me touch him there … He had been well on his grass, but now … he was guarded.
A communicator with whom he worked with him and said he had a blood clot that was probably pressing a nerve. She recommended several Gem motorcycles and a thin blood. I put them in their food: I had to use super soft commercial food to make sure I got it 🙂 But I was happy for that. The food I make is softer …
After letting him acclimatize for a few days, I took him to the new emergency clinic of urgent pets in El Cerrito. They are incredible! He entered immediately. They had to sedate it to examine, make images, etc. They were skilled and friendly, since they and I held it for injection. We agreed to have it castrated at that time, to save the risk of another sedation. Unfortunately, sedation disappeared before reaching the castrated! But I am grateful that they were judicious in their dose …
His blood test was star … everything quite well. I took it to the pets in Berkeley for an ultrasound and another exam. The ultrasound showed some abnormalities, but nothing definitive or severe, apparently. There were no signs of thrombosis; blood clots or clots, anywhere.
Perry then saw Dr. Reed in Richmond for another exam and acupuncture.
It did not improve; In fact it worsened. It had been a month. I hadn’t seen him walking; He had moved from the bay window under the cat tree. He had been moving from there, a few steps, to the glass door, but … he had been dragging his rear legs. Around March 3, the speed decreased, then stopped eating and stopped using the sand box.
I had an appointment with a neurologist I love: Dr. Tun in PESCM in San Rafael. The appointment was not until April 2, but the clinic called me on March 6 and said they had had a cancellation on March 7! At this time, it seemed to be at the end of his life. He had transferred him to a large cage in the living room, to monitor him better and to put in him. I had come to trust me, or perhaps it was too weak to worry … I was still at this time, but I wanted to take it anyway, to see if Dr. Tun had some idea of what was happening. His records were sent to Dr. Tun.
Our appointment was at 11:00. I left at 8:00, and when I returned at 8:45, he had died. Long live our Perry!
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