Thank you all so much for your virtual hugs and warm thoughts about my Grandmother. I really want my blog to be a place that you come to and feel happy, inspired, and positive. I wasn’t going to blog tonight, however I really need as much positive energy and thoughts as I can get. It has been one of the worst, if not the worst week of my life. Many of you know how I feel about my little Munchkin. He is my everything, my heart hurts that’s how much I love him. We went to the vet yesterday for a simple swab of his throat for a test he has been needing. The vet took samples about a month ago when we were there for his check up (he has had this coughing issue for a really long time now on and off and we want to get to the bottom of it). I opted to wait out the antibiotics and see if it cleared up but it didn’t. Unfortunately, she couldn’t use the samples she took because they were too old, so we had to go back. Monday was his original appointment, but my grandmother had passed away (making this week already an awful one), and on top of that we had a snow storm, so we rescheduled for Tuesday morning. I planned to take him in for 5 minutes, get the samples, take him home and head over to the gym. Simple.
Well, it didn’t go so simple as planned.
I was in the waiting room and heard a cat screaming, I never heard Munchkin scream, so at first I thought it was another kitty….then I saw the vet run out of the room, and run back in, and I heard more screaming. I started to panic, and she finally came out in what felt like the longest 10 minutes of my life to tell my that the wooden toothpick broke and two inches of it went down his throat. She had to sedate him and try to get it out, I am in the waiting room crying and panicking…it was one of the worst feelings in my life. I felt helpless. In the next longest 10 minutes of my life, she finally came out and told me she couldn’t get it and we would need to go to an emergency hospital where they would have to put him under anesthesia to try and get it out laparoscopically . We got there, they took Xrays (at this point Munchkin was calm and seemed OK…he was able to breathe which was good), but he had a full stomach of food so there were many risks involved in putting him under (hence, why any person or animal getting surgery can not eat or drink after midnight).
This was the frustrating part. I had two vets in one room not telling me what I should do. On the one hand, they said going in right away to try and retrieve it would be ideal, however, he could vomit his food, and he would of been intubated, so there weer great risks involved in that. I think the likelihood of him vomiting while under would be VERY high, since he vomits if he eats too fast in general. I wasn’t liking the sound of it. Option two was to wait until his stomach emptied, then to go back and try again. The risk of that is that he has a wooden stick in his stomach, and there is a chance it could puncture an organ or his bowel, and if that happens he would have a lot of problems that I don’t even want to think about. I was shaking. Michael was at work, he kept calling he was so worried, he told me he didn’t even eat lunch (and my husband NEVER passes up a meal). My gut told me to take him home and wait until his stomach emptied out, so that’s what I did, and it seemed both vets were most comfortable with that in the end (even though they would NOT give me an answer as to what they would do if it were their kitty).
The positive side: I took him home and he has been acting normal. He was shaken up, or he knew how much I was (since I cried all day over him), and he was sitting on my lap for a while. Then, he got his froggy and all he wanted to do was play fetch…which shows he feels fine. It’s torture for me because I can’t feed him, and I can’t play with him as much as he wants (he LOVES when I throw his toy down the steps and he chases it and brings it back to me) I am letting him play with it in one area, but trying to keep him calm. I can not tell you how upset and worried I am…I pray and hope everything goes fine tomorrow morning. The best case scenario- they go in, they see it still in his stomach, and get it out easily. Worst case, they can’t find it or it passes to the bowel where there’s a risk of it doing major damage.Better case, it moves through his bowel, he passes it, and it doesn’t do any damage at all. They said if he were a dog, they would be less worried, however, since he is so small the risks of damage from the toothpick are far greater. I wish I had never taken him this morning. I feel like I should of taken the snow storm and the fact that my grandmother passed away (so I shouldn’t of done anything this week) as a sign. He hadn’t been coughing, but he was on a new medication that helped open his airway. We still needed to know what caused the coughing, but I just feel like I wish we never went today. I know it’s not my fault, Michael keeps telling me I did the right thing by taking him, that I was being proactive, and it was just a freak accident. I just wish I could rewind and he would be fine right now, not needing to get put under any stress tomorrow.
I may sound ridiculous in how upset I am, I know that there may be worse things, and this situation could of been worse…but it was just something that I didn’t need this week. I was already upset, and being 23 weeks pregnant and getting this stressed out is not healthy. So please, I beg you to keep Munchkin in your thoughts today, hope for the best with him and a speedy recovery. He is my everything next to Michael and my baby girl. I don’t know what I would do if anything ever happened to him, he is so special to us, such a unique kitty and I love him with all my heart. My mother in law is coming with me first thing in the morning. Michael is only working a few days this week, one being tomorrow, so he can’t take off, but made me promise to call him as often as possible with updates. Again, like I said, he is acting normal and healthy right now..it’s just putting him through that and the potential negative result of it that has me so upset. That, and the haunting thoughts of hearing him scream for what felt like eternity earlier today.
I am off to go snuggle him some more.
Thanks for the positive thoughts…and for being understanding of my not so positive post tonight.