We’re going to let him go. He keeps just keeps crashing, and I really think that the seizures are going to start, soon. I hate to have to do it, but I don’t want him to be in agony like Joey was, either.
Update – they’re keeping him overnight and I will come back for him in the morning. I just got to thinking, though, he reminds me of Horatio’s sister, just with how floppy he is and his issues regulating his temperature. She also had dual cerebellar hyperplasia, but it hit her harder than it did Horatio. We lost her at only two months old because of the complications. (Cats that only have it from one parent can live perfectly normal lives, they just have problems with balance, leading to the layman’s term of “floppy kitten syndrome.” The ones with the gene coming from both parents very rarely make it to adulthood.)
The vet just came back in and told us that he’s in an oxygen tent and they’ve started i.v. dextrose to try to bring his blood sugar levels back up. (He’s at 49 right now, which is almost coma level.)
He seemed to be doing better – even started eating on his own – but, when I got home from picking Glenda up from work, he was really cold and floppy and seems to be having trouble breathing. I really wish the usual, day shift people were here instead of this woman, but you have to deal with the one who’s here. She has NO manners when it comes to dealing with people – basically acts life l like everyone other than her is stupid and has no clue about their own animals. (This is the woman running the desk and taking information, not the actual vet or tech.) And yes, I most likely will be giving her a bad review when they send me their typical survey. (I think she’s the same one who tried to tell me that antibiotics couldn’t possibly be too strong and/ or cause diarrhea.)
Beautiful babies! I had a Dorian, but he was a tuxedo boy with a white blaze down his nose