Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
I managed to get a look at the wound on his leg, it doesn't look super pretty, it looks a bit more involved than I was imagining, but he's leaving well enough alone for now. He goes to lick, but seems to be focusing on the fur in the near vicinity rather than the wound (which is shaved all round) -- presumably it smells of evil vet and he wants to get rid of that smell. He's grumpy I'm not letting him go and hide in his favourite hiding spots, but has more or less come to terms with sleeping on the footstool in full view of me instead.
He wants to purr and have tickles, and to rub his head against leather things, but purring makes him splutter and have problems breathing. Poor little bugger. He certainly has no problems eating though
Have no fear, High Voltage - once this is all over I'll be demanding some quality lap time.
Of all the things he's had wrong with him over the past few years, every single thing has been linked back to his thyroid. Even when he had his teeth out, all the hullabaloo about why he was so ill during it ended up being because his hormone levels had shot up to crazy amounts unexpectedly. I wonder if this wasn't the onset of his thyroid starting on a growth spurt. We had him on a higher dose of felimazole for a while until he stabilised, and then about 3 months ago or so he dropped back to the normal lower dose, and that's when he developed bad dandruff. I knew something was wrong, but all the blood tests and physical exams showed nothing. He'd been having little hiccups after purring hard every now and again for a couple of months by that point, and over the past few months his purrs had changed, sounding louder, looser, and more 'open' or rattly. It was clear something was happening, and I always brought it up with Ted, who couldn't see anything. Even his xrays of his throat area from a couple or so weeks ago showed nothing out of the ordinary. It seems so obvious when you look back and add everything up now though. Ted told me to not blame myself for not having the thyroid out earlier, he wouldn't advise it generally anyway. He said he'd been kicking himself all morning (yesterday) wondering if there had been any way he could have spotted it earlier either. Really it's the fact it's been allowed to grow so large that will cause the problems now. So both of us feel guilty, and maybe there is more both of us could have done, but hindsight is a cunt and I'm trying very hard to just look forward now, to what we can do and how best to make him feel comfortable, at least.
And who knows, maybe they can remove it, and maybe that'll be the end of it (until a tumour grows on his other thyroid, which is very common when you remove the first).
Silly stupid monkey, making me love him so much
He wants to purr and have tickles, and to rub his head against leather things, but purring makes him splutter and have problems breathing. Poor little bugger. He certainly has no problems eating though
Have no fear, High Voltage - once this is all over I'll be demanding some quality lap time.
Of all the things he's had wrong with him over the past few years, every single thing has been linked back to his thyroid. Even when he had his teeth out, all the hullabaloo about why he was so ill during it ended up being because his hormone levels had shot up to crazy amounts unexpectedly. I wonder if this wasn't the onset of his thyroid starting on a growth spurt. We had him on a higher dose of felimazole for a while until he stabilised, and then about 3 months ago or so he dropped back to the normal lower dose, and that's when he developed bad dandruff. I knew something was wrong, but all the blood tests and physical exams showed nothing. He'd been having little hiccups after purring hard every now and again for a couple of months by that point, and over the past few months his purrs had changed, sounding louder, looser, and more 'open' or rattly. It was clear something was happening, and I always brought it up with Ted, who couldn't see anything. Even his xrays of his throat area from a couple or so weeks ago showed nothing out of the ordinary. It seems so obvious when you look back and add everything up now though. Ted told me to not blame myself for not having the thyroid out earlier, he wouldn't advise it generally anyway. He said he'd been kicking himself all morning (yesterday) wondering if there had been any way he could have spotted it earlier either. Really it's the fact it's been allowed to grow so large that will cause the problems now. So both of us feel guilty, and maybe there is more both of us could have done, but hindsight is a cunt and I'm trying very hard to just look forward now, to what we can do and how best to make him feel comfortable, at least.
And who knows, maybe they can remove it, and maybe that'll be the end of it (until a tumour grows on his other thyroid, which is very common when you remove the first).
Silly stupid monkey, making me love him so much
). Voles, mice, pigeons usually. Have put collar with bells on him 3 times but he gets rid of them after a few days somehow, so that's a waste of time.
