Saturday morning, a week and a day after Goose was discharged from the hospital in Fountain Valley, we were scheduled for a check up on his progress. In the little man’s 8+ years, car rides have never been a looked forward to experience. The fact that he made it across the country in four and a half days (with three of those days relatively calm) still amazes me. But I know it’s stressful for him and I wasn’t looking forward to making the 30-mile drive with him.
The day before, and the morning of the appointment, were not going well. He was having trouble keeping food down, and I was very worried that the nerve damage in his face was somehow affecting his ability to swallow. As we left the house, Goose in my arms, I honestly had a slight feeling that he might not be returning, and that scared me. Continue reading The Highs and Lows of Feline Hospice
About a month ago, Goose the cat, my trusted friend of the past 8 years and 11 months, developed a sniffle. Because Goose has asthma, and because I was going away in mid-March to France, I took him to the vet to get it checked out. The vet found nothing, chalked it up to a simple viral upper respiratory infection and gave him an antibiotic shot just in case it got worse.
On the morning of Sunday, March 11, I left for France, a solid 20-hour trip from door-to-door. Goose was left in the house on his own, with the gravity-feeding food and water to last him for the week, and daily visits from our friend Jolene. Meanwhile, Heather arrived home from the east coast on that Thursday, March 15, two days before me. When she reached home, she noticed that the pupil in Goose’s left eye was more dilated than the other, and informed me right away. I arrived home that Saturday, March 17, and scheduled a follow-up appointment with the same vet for Monday, March 19. Continue reading The Goose update