Yesterday I thought that this might be the last photo of Bas. This was taken Monday morning.
Monday evening Bas seemed kind of restless. Tuesday morning he was really out of his rhythm and was pacing around with a vacant look in his eyes. He wouldn’t eat. Mid-morning he threw up undigested food, and a stick. A STICK. Stupid cat.
DB took him to the vet Tuesday afternoon. The vet said he was just tired from his upset stomach but otherwise he looked ok. He ate NOTHING all day Tuesday. Didn’t drink any water. No pooping. No peeing. He laid in his chair and slept. All day. We tried to entice him with real chicken. He normally goes crazy for chicken. He wouldn’t touch it! Needless to say, we were very very worried. Bas is old (18+). He’s already not very well.
This morning at 5:00 DB got out of bed and went downstairs to see if Bas was still alive or what. That’s was very nice of him. He said he didn’t want me to worry about being the first person to go downstairs and find bad news.
But there’s no bad news to tell. Bas is still with us. He’s moving slowly, but at least he’s eating and peeing and a little bit of pooping. He can’t jump very well. He’s very weak. But he’s still with us.
It’s touch and go with an old cat! It’s funny – I was just reading a similar story on Erika’s blog. Caring for an old pet is very much like caring for an old person. They can’t talk with words, but they talk with their movements and attitude and routines. If anything changes from what they do every single day, you know something is wrong. No different from people really.