This week has been beyond comparison, the sudden death of one our rabbits was really bad but to top it all off one of the stray cats we took in for neutering (we named him ‘Edward’ as I loath to refer to any animal as ‘stray’) was diagnosed with a rupture in his diaphragm.
Basically this means that all his intestines were making their way up into his chest cavity getting in the way of his lungs and heart. We noticed him breathing funny on Thursday evening and after a trip to the vets on Friday the diagnosis was made.They think the operation might have made the problem (which they think he’s had for a while) worse which made us feel like shit. Either way, the options on the table were to either put him to sleep or operate.
Now, over the course of 4 days ‘Eddy’ showed off just how much of a loveable cat he is, gentle and kind and wanting to be stroked as soon as we walked in with the food bowls, Of course, the choice was obvious…we decided to refer him to a specialist animal hospital in Bristol. We picked him up from our vet last night at 9:30pm and got him admitted by 11pm. The vet who checked him over was confident that the operation would go well but with any kind of surgery there are risks and we were prepared for the worst.
This afternoon Eddy had his surgery and after a quick call from the vet he’s in recovery and doing well. He’s not out of the woods yet, he’s had to have a portion of one of his lungs removed so now it’s a waiting game to see if his lungs recover well.
We have everything crossed for little Edward, after all he deserves a good life.