
Since I wrote
my last update about Crystal a few days ago, things got very bad, then much, much better. All day on Sunday, she didn't move much. She stayed curled up in her corner by the entertainment center, sleeping or watching us. There were a few times when she got up to drink or eat, but she still could barely walk. I had to help her into the litter box, but I tried not to panic and kept telling myself that she just needed a few days to recuperate.
On Sunday night before we went to bed, she got up to eat and drink again, but then collapsed. I couldn't get her to stand up at all and when I touched her or tried to hold her, she screamed at me. My heart instantly broke because seeing her that way, I knew that it was probably my last night with her. She was obviously in a lot of pain. I called into work & while I tried to stay composed while leaving my boss a voice mail, I broke down, so I had to email him since there was no way he could understand what I said. Then I laid down with her on the living room floor and spetd the entire night with her.
I didn't sleep at all that night and felt like I was reliving my last night with Bruno. I told her again & again how much I love her and what a perfect girl she is. I cried a lot and hurt tremendously both physically & emotionally, but I would have increased that pain as much as it took if it meant that my sweet little girl wouldn't feel any pain at all.
Crystal got up a few times throughout the night and seemed to be walking just a teeny bit better, but I stayed leery, thinking it was my sleep deprived mind that was just being hopeful. Really, though, I didn't give up hope. Crystal kitty is a tough little bitty and love can do powerful things for the mind and body. When morning came, she no longer screamed at me when I touched her too near her hind legs or picked her up. She was still not walking very well, but was much better than the night before. I was hesitantly optimistic and immediately called our vet as soon as they opened.
Our vet, being as awesome as they are, told us to come in immediately. Again, I tried to remain composed as I told our vet what had happened since Saturday and once again, I broke down. She examined her a little bit, looked over what the emergency vet had faxed over and reassured us that there was plenty that they could do for Crystal. Surgery is an option, but we all agreed that at eighteen years old, putting her through both the surgery and recovery would be both high risk and not a fair ordeal to put her through. There are plenty of medicines that we can try with her, though, and we're starting with a nutraceutical to see how she does with it. It just happens to be the same thing we gave Bruno for his hip dysplasia and it really worked for him, so I'm optimistic about it working for Crystal.
So far, she has been doing great. She's starting to jump up on things, which gives me a heart attack and makes me immediately run to her to stop her from jumping down. We're putting her food on the floor for her and have rigged it so that the pups can't get to it (it was always kept on the counter in the laundry room for her, far out of reach from the pups). Our vet told us that a heating pad would help her a lot, so I ordered a heated pad that's just for kitties, which is on it's way. Until it arrives, we covered my heating pad with a blanket for her and she's been laying on it a lot (the picture at the top of this post). She seems much more comfortable, happy and from what I can tell, pain free.
I do believe that miracles can happen and cannot ask for a better present for the holidays than my baby getting better. I know that she won't be in my life forever, and I dread the day when that happens. All I want is for all of my sweeties to never be in any pain and for now, I seem to be getting my wish. I couldn't be more thankful or happy!