This has been a tough week for Prince Tweets. Thursday, he inexplicably lost his appetite, but he was acting fine again on Friday. We weren’t too worried since he tends to get tired of his food now and then, and make up for it voraciously in the form of snacks. But Saturday and Sunday he became increasingly lethargic and wouldn’t eat or drink anything. Papa Miao gave him some food broth by syringe. I stayed up two nights with him snuggling in our cramped little upstairs hallway. This sudden turn of events was after he got an excellent report from his checkup last month – he was gaining weight again, his kidney values and blood work were stable, and the doctor was quite pleased.
We took him to the vet on Monday, fearing the worst. I couldn’t put a sentence together without breaking down in tears. What the doctor found was somewhat encouraging – his kidneys were stable (taking into account some dehydration), everything in his physical exam was normal, and the only change from three weeks ago was anemia. The doctor thought that his hyperthyroid medicine (which I suspect is slightly radioactive?) may be inducing anemia. She told us to stop giving it to him and nurse him through the next few days to see if he would bounce back. He has chronic renal issues from his acute pyelonephritis from two years ago, so ever since he was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism at the beginning of the year we have been struggling to find a delicate balance between controlling his hyperactive thyroid and protecting his kidneys. Like I mentioned, it seemed like we had reached a good balance, but suddenly things changed.
Since Monday, Papa Miao and I have been giving Tweets high calorie recovery food by syringe every few hours. We have been keeping him warm with hot water bottles and fleecies. For the first couple days, we didn’t see much change for better or worse. Then yesterday, he started to perk up. Today, he is eating by himself again and coming when he hears the sound of crunchies. He is walking around normally, grooming himself, and the tired look is gone from his eyes. I think he is still a little weak, but he is doing so much better. We take him back to the vet on Monday, and hopefully the report will be good. He has pulled back from the brink before, and if any kitty has the willpower or stubbornness to do so, it is Prince Tweets.
Poor Sheng has gotten neglected a bit, at least in terms of photos. His stitches come out on Monday, but I’m taking him in tomorrow just to make sure they are healing properly. He is currently purring on my lap. Poor Chun is so confused about things. I haven’t slept on my bed in more than a week, because first I was with Sheng in his room, and then when Tweets got sick I started snuggling with him downstairs on the living room floor since he would stubbornly return there no matter where in the house I brought him. His favorite spot is the bottom shelf of a rather elegant little end table.