It’s been a busy weekend – definitely not all good. I hope the two things I’m the most worried about will turn around and become triumphs. I’m anxious to share some other news with you. There’s been another addition here (a new foster kitten). I’d like to tell you about her and share the extra nice thing about this one. Also there is a rescue “in the works” right now that I want to bring you in on. In addition, this week I will announce one of those most wonderful things. But at this point I’m consumed with the decline of my brand new Kismet (Kizzie). In addition, Only went downhill starting last Thursday. I want to ask for your thoughts and purrayers for both. I saw the tiniest bit of improvement in Only last night and this morning. But Kizzie may in a battle for his life.
Each morning it takes me about three hours to actually “lay eyes” on every animal on this property. There are my own dogs and cats. Foster kittens in the downstairs bathroom. Feral kittens in an upstairs bedroom. Boarded dogs and foster dogs at the kennel. Cats in the kennel office and kittens in the Kitten Room. And all of the cats in the cathouse. Unfortunately, on Saturday morning, I ended up in the kennel office and the Kitten Room last of all. And when I walked into the Kitten Room, I saw Kizzie lying on his side in the bed I’ve never seen him use. Normally, he hides behind a very small piece of cat furniture in his cage. I ran over and he didn’t lift his head. I reached in and he felt hot. He was limp. I ran for my thermometer and started texting Dr. O at the same time. I checked my watch. Ten thirty. On Saturdays the clinic closes at noon. After that I would end up with whoever was on call AND I would have to drive to the other clinic which is farther away. It would also mean a much higher bill because it would be considered an emergency hours visit. But at this point, that was the least of my concerns. I just knew I needed to head towards the clinic as fast as I possibly could. And when I took Kizzie’s temperature I nearly passed out. 106.5 I received a text from Dr. O that he WAS in the office that day. Called the receptionist, rattled off the fever reading, and basically said I was headed that way. She said to come right on. Loaded up Kizzie and got to the clinic at eleven fifteen.
Dr. O doesn’t know what is wrong with Kizzie. The extremely high temperature appears to be the only symptom. Kizzie received his first vaccination on Thursday evening. Dr. O said that it is common to have low-grade fever with a vac, but that on occasion you can see an abnormally high temp as a result. The other thing he said was that sometimes leukemia is in the animal just lying there and the physiological stress of the vaccination can cause it to sort of explode into activity. There are also ultimately fatal conditions that are unlikely, but still possible, especially in a kitten that spent the first months of his life straying and struggling to survive. The only other possibility would be some type of viral or bacterial infection that would eventually break with other symptoms. But there was no way to know at this point. It would be a wait-and-see situation. He gave an injection to bring the fever down. I went home with another dose of fever reducer to give at noon on Sunday. Dr. O said he hoped the injection would be the only thing needed and this would end up being viral and Kizzie would recover. But if on Sunday at noon there was still raging fever, to give the fever-reducing medication. By Monday at noon we would know if the fever would begin to dissipate on its own.
I gave the medication at noon yesterday. It will hold the fever down until around noon today. And then we’ll see if the fever starts up again.
Only (my tiny foster kitten in the video) has had me worried for days now. Then Kizzie went down SO hard and fast on Saturday that it has left me reeling. In the midst of these worries, Winnie’s Wish received two deliveries. The timing couldn’t have been better. Two bright spots in a rough weekend.
Sandy – THANK YOU.
Alyssa - THANK YOU.
Please keep Kizzie in your thoughts. I will know by this afternoon when the medication wears off if the fever is going to come raging back. I REALLY need for this little one-eyed bobtail baby to recover and live. He needs a shot at The Good Life. (No new pictures of him; this is from the day of his rescue.)
See you tomorrow.