HubDate

Hubcap on Kevin’s lap when only her arm was shaved.
First of all, thanks to everyone for the kind words of support and advice in the comments and via email about the illness of our beloved cat Hubcap. They’ve meant a lot to both Chris and me. Here’s the latest update on Hubcap after today’s trip to the vet.
As many of you know, she was diagnosed with diabetes close to a month and half ago and we’ve been dutifully giving her insulin shots twice a day ever since (I’m the lap, Chris is the doctor). Overall that’s gone fairly smoothly. She doesn’t seem to notice the needle going in and Chris has become a virtuoso when it comes to injections. Unfortunately, her glucose readings have been erratic and despite increased dosages, have remained dangerously high. She has also become very bloated around her midsection. To determine why the shots weren’t working, they gave her an ultrasound to assess the health of her organs, shaving her entire underbelly and freaking her out so bad she had to be sedated. Fortunately they didn’t find anything that appeared to be cancerous, but unfortunately either the stress from the procedure or the drug they sedated her with turned her into a furry diarrhea cannon, shooting the vile stuff everywhere for a couple of days, including right in front of me on our bedroom floor. That, I hope, will be the closest I ever get to seeing the “2 Girls 1 Cup” video.
We soldiered on with the insulin shots, but her health appeared to be degrading and her behavior was causing us concern. She started to become increasingly listless and appeared to be in pain. I used to be able to hold “conversations” with her, but lately she was unable to muster anything resembling a “meow.” She was also peeing outside of her litter box frequently which is a cat’s way of letting you know that they’re, like, fucked up. We took her back to the vet earlier this week (where her chart is now marked “caution” due to her frequent attempts for remove large swathes of their employees’ flesh) and they determined that she had a “galloping” heartbeat, which suggests the possibility of heart failure. Some more blood, urine and “fluid” work was done, but the only way to be certain that she had a heart condition was to give her an echocardiogram. Brought her in today after they assured us the procedure would be a lot quicker and less stressful than the ultrasound, and after shaving off more fur on the right side of her body (we’re afraid she’s going to start looking like one of those creepy hairless cats), doing the echocardiogram, and draining a considerable amount of excess fluid from around her lungs, it was determined that she was suffering from a rare form of heart failure. So now in addition to the twice daily insulin shots, we have to give her two kinds of pills a day (one for the heart, the other to inhibit the accumulation of fluid around her lungs and abdomen) by jamming them into these foul-smelling chicken-based pockets of horror and getting her to eat them. The good news is that she’s been a ravenous pig through all of this (she loves her new gourmet diabetes diet) and she snarfed down the chicken ‘n’ pills treats in seconds during our first attempt this evening (yay!).
So basically we have to wait to see how she reacts to this new medicine and also continue to monitor her glucose levels by routinely dabbing color-coded “stix” into her urine. You don’t even want to know how we have to collect that. But she’s a champ and we love her to death and we hope, if this all works, that she can go back to living a fairly normal and comfortable life.
Posted by Kevin K. on 02/19/09 at 09:34 PM • Permalink
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