This week’s vet Q & A with Dr. Goldstein is postponed until next week.
As many of you know, we have a new foster kitty named Ling Ling We have a New Foster Siamese Girl who arrived from the same shelter (Cat Assistance NY.org ) as Gris Gris and Odin. This tiny thing, the size of a four-month-old kitten, but a senior gal, has endured multiple homes, foster homes, shelters, had all her teeth removed, and when I met her, reached the end of her rope. She wasn’t eating or drinking. Of course she was stressed, but after a few days she seemed to rally, purring my in my lap. I figured all she needed was lots of love, but I felt uneasy.
By Sunday, she’s taken a turn for the worse, hiding out in my closet, coughing and gagging at the sight of food or water. Her omnipresent twitching tail relaxed only when I did Reiki (energy healing). On Monday, Sara from the shelter and I brought her to a vet who had seen her last year. The blood work, x-ray and exam looked normal. She received sub-cutaneous fluids and feisty Ling Ling proved a difficult patient requiring multiple pairs of hands. The diagnosis: emotional. A regiment which sounded like anorexia boot camp meant force feeding at the clinic.
I brought her back home and agonized over the decision to subject her to more stress and trauma. Intuitively, I felt something was wrong physically. I waited a day and decided to consult with my vet and the Cat Wisdom 101 cat expert, Dr. Richard Goldstein who arrived with his state-of-the-art mobile clinic on a sweltering hot day. We live in an antique farmhouse with limited air-conditioning. Ling Ling preferred the sauna hot third floor which prompted me to lock her in a cooler bathroom. I found her sunning herself at dawn in that bathroom yesterday morning with runny eyes and nose. A new determination arose.
No, to anorexia boot camp. No, to a going inside a carrier reeking with negative experiences. No, to going in a car to another vet visit. I prepped Ling Ling with some Reiki and communicated what was going to happen. I carried her in towel lined basket and into the clinic in our driveway. Dr. Goldstein examined her with gentle thoroughness and came to a quick diagnosis: upper respiratory infection or URI. No wonder she didn’t want to eat; she couldn’t smell her food. She’d slipped from 5.25 lbs. on Monday down to 5 lbs. and needed sub-q fluids again. I’ll continue to administer fluids daily until she resumes normal eating and drinking. It wasn’t what I expected. I’m exhausted from scrubbing and disinfecting while nursing my own cold, but it could be worse.
While not happy with the diagnosis, I’m happy I listened to my intuition. Ling Ling will be on antibiotics for ten days and isolated in her own wing: a bathroom, my dressing room and her favorite third floor. Ling Ling didn’t need multiple hands to restrain her with the less stressful environment, but I did wonder where Dr. G’s assistant Lisa was. She was instrumental in helping with Domino’s rescue and treatment.
I’m sad to report that last Friday, Lisa’s home of twelve years, an apartment in a restored antique barn was destroyed by fire. She lost everything including her beloved three dogs and a parrot. Bad things do happen to good pets. I’m still processing all the news, but in this moment I’m feeling very grateful. Oh, and Dr. G’s fee? A big fat zero. He said thank Nelson Mandela