Update on that Weird Thing

Hi, friends! Happy Sunday!

Mom called the vet yesterday about my episode but they were triple-booked. The receptionist spoke with Dr. H and he said as long as the episodes aren’t happening more than once a month, he would like to avoid medication.

Remember, they aren’t seizures. It’s actual cramping of my body.

Mom has taken a very proactive approach by replacing the big dogs’ food with a grain-free food. Now if I eat it, I won’t get super itchy and it won’t trigger another episode.

One thing that did happen yesterday is that Mom remembered something that happened the day after Khia died. She thought I had a seizure from possible heat stroke because I was running around like a maniac chasing the neighbor’s lawn mower through the fence. Looking back, she realized it was this very same thing.

So I have had one on 4/18/15, 10/2016, and 2/10/17.

No worries, friends. I’m just fine! No lasting side effects. It’s like when your parents wake up in the middle of the night screaming because their leg is cramped. It just happens to my whole body. Nothing life-threatening 🙂

 

Macy’s Hip Evaluation & Something Weird

Hellooooooooooooooo! Is anyone out there? It’s me – Noodle! Did you forget me? I’ve been gone forever.

I’ve been away for like 3 weeks! Sorry, I had nothing on my mind to talk about, I guess.

But! Today, I have updates to…update…you on.

Mom & Dad were finally able to take Macy to the 2nd vet for an evaluation.

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Aside from her hip dysplasia, it turns out Macy has a Grade 3 medial patellar luxation (kneecap out of place) and has arthritis in the same knee.

According to the American College of Veterinary Surgeons (click for their article on pattelar luxation), the difference in grading is:

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So Macy is going to have knee surgery next week (we hope). In the meantime, she got cold laser therapy on her hips today.

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Mom keeps saying, “Thank God for pet insurance!” I guess it’s going to cost a lot of dollars – $2,100-2,500. With the pet insurance, Mom only pays 10%. Thank DOG! Otherwise I think we might all starve to death because Mom would be broke and we wouldn’t be able to eat!

Speaking of eating, Mom switched my food again. Instead of eating Natural Balance LID Duck and Pea formula, I’m eating Fish & Sweet Potato formula. My itching has been at an all-time high so Mom is trying a different protein. Mom is pretty sure I’m allergic to grains and so she gets super mad when I get out into the bird room and eat their pelleted food which has corn and all sorts of grainy things in it. Then, I go outside and eat seed from under the bird feeder. Oh, and don’t forget that I like to find single kibbles that Macy and Molly knock out of their crates. Yes, I am all sorts of itchy.

Okay, onto the “something weird”. Last October, I had what Mom and Dad thought may have been a seizure. I had been laying in bed with Mom napping in the afternoon when I all of a sudden I started shaking really bad. Then my legs shot out to my sides and were stiff. I couldn’t stand. My head was moving back and forth and my eyes were buggy. It lasted for probably 2 minutes they said.

Well, today, it happened again. I was laying on the back of the couch and Mom thought I was scratching as usual. After about 30 seconds, she turned around to see that this weird thing was happening again. This time, the only different thing that happened was that I coughed twice during the “episode”. It lasted maybe another 3 minutes once Mom noticed what was happening.

Mom is going to call the vet in the morning because after a lot of research and video watching, she thinks it’s something called Canine Epileptoid Cramping Syndrome (aka Spike’s Disease). It looks like this:

Lots of shaking, though.

There’s not a whole lot of info out there but here’s the basics: http://www.canineepilepsy.co.uk/cecs.html. It can be triggered by gluten!

The good news is, a) it’s not really epilepsy at all even though the name makes it sound like it, and b) it’s not life-threatening.

Mom will call Dr. H in the morning to discuss this more to be sure of the diagnosis that Google helped her come too.

No worries, friends. I’m fine. Just a little tired now but I’ll be a-ok!

I’ll be back soon when I know more about Macy’s surgery and my diagnosis.

*ear licks*

Noodle

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A Tribute to Our Panther

Until recently, many of you knew very little about my angel cat brother, Jamison. I mostly tried to steer clear of him so I didn’t have much to report about him.

As far as his interaction with the blog, there was the time that he hacked my blog and I caught him. I eventually hired Ernie the Attorney and took him to court where Judge Frankiefarter (aka Judge Farter) heard my case. They’re the pups behind FRANKly and ERNESTly Speaking.

You can read all about the trial:

He came through on his sentence (barely) and you can read that here.

Then there was the time I helped him ask Samantha from Musings of PuppyDoc to be his Valentine. It worked and they went on an awesome date.

Finally, there was the super gross thing he did that I posted about.

You can find more stories by clicking the tag that says jamison on the left side of my blog.

What’s not on the blog follows here:

Jamison was found on the streets in Tampa in 2007. He was found while Mom and Dad were looking for Dad’s cat, Ozzy, who had just come to live with Mom a week earlier and went missing. Ozzy was black and they had received a phone call that he had been sighted. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Ozzy but (fortunately) it was Jamison. He was so skinny and he had a notched ear, indicating that he was likely a stray TNR (trap-neuter-return). Dad was all, “You can’t leave him here,” and Mom was all, “Yes I can! I didn’t want a cat to begin with!” Well, Jamison upped his charm and as Mom was squatting to pet him, he jumped up on her lap, curled up, and went to sleep. That was it. He wiggled right into Mom’s heart. When they got back to Mom’s apartment, Dad was playing with Jamison by the coffee table. Jamison got very playful and swiped dad right underneath the eye, making him bleed. I’m pretty sure that’s when Dad fell in love. BOL!

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Jamison’s first picture. He made himself right at home.

Mom took him to the vet and found out he was approximately 3 years old and “abnormally long”, which was why even at 11 lbs and always eating, he looked anorexic. The vet said he was the perfect weight and that was just the way his body was.

As “healthy” as he was, shortly after he arrived, he got a horrible case of pancreatitis and almost died! After that he was on I/D Prescription Diet without treats for the rest of ever.

Another little while later, Khia came to live at Mom’s apartment. Khia and Jamison were BFFs when Jamison wasn’t sitting out on the patio causing the 15-cat-deep-feral colony to congregate by Mom’s patio. Mom used to call him a drug dealer because they lived in the ghetto and the feral cats would line up on the other side of the screen as if they were waiting they’re turn to see him.

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His muscle tank that said, “I’m on the list” BOL!

They lived in Mom’s tiny apartment for another year and a half with Mom’s guinea pig, who Jamison never once tried to hurt, before moving in with my Grandpa for a year. Grandpa had a male cat and he and Jamison used to get into huge fights where it would just be a blurry tumbleweed with puffs of fur flying out.

Eventually, Mom and Dad bought a house and moved in together.

Jamison became much more loving once he no longer had access to the outside via a patio. He loved snuggling.

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Khia, Jamison, Mom and Mya on Mom’s lap

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Mya, Jamison, and Me snuggling Mom. Khia was on Mom’s legs.

He loved hiding in boxes, a picnic basket, and laundry baskets.

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His favorite time to try to get your attention was when you were using the computer. He would climb up on the desk and rub your “mouse hand” causing the user to click everywhere they didn’t mean to.

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He loved playing with the laser pointer.

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He loved stretching out as long as possible.

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He especially liked laying on our dog beds so us dogs couldn’t use them.

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Another one of his absolute favorite things to do was to knock ornaments off of the Christmas tree (what cat doesn’t love to do this?). Mom never got pictures of this because she would be too busy chasing him with the spray bottle and yelling like a lunatic. Oh man, it was hilarious! Next year Jamison is going to get his very own ornament on the tree. Mom says it’s the best way to honor him.

By far, his most favorite thing to do was to guard the water bowl so no one could get a drink.

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He stopped doing this when Molly moved in because he knew she wouldn’t put up with it but for years, this was his trick. Mom would put fresh water in all the bowls and then he would stand in front of them. He wouldn’t drink. Just stop us from drinking it. And notice how that one bowl is alllll the way away from the wall? Another one of his favorite things to do to get Mom riled up. If any of us dogs drank from the bowl, it was “contaminated” and he required fresh water.

He was crazy, some times scary (ok…a lot of times scary), BUT he was my brother and I will miss him.

Thank you to everyone who wrote nice things to Mom, Dad, Macy, Molly, and me.

Mom is having a hard time adjusting because she doesn’t feel like Jamison is really gone. See, Jamison normally hid out in the office and so it just seems like he’s hiding as usual. It’s just certain things that remind her that he’s not here.

A big thank you to everyone who participated in yesterday’s Purrs 4 Jamison. We haven’t finished visiting you all but that’s what we’re hoping to do today. Here’s a list of all of the ones we’ve seen. If you did one and it’s not listed, or saw one not listed, please let us know so we can stop by and see it.

Madi & Mom: https://downhomeinnc.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-4-jamisons-family.html

Christmas the Dachshund: http://www.pawprovince.com/2017/01/purrs-4-jamison-day.html

Murphy & Stanley: http://murphyandstanley.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html

Lexi’s Family: https://lexitheschnauzer.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/purrs-for-jamison/

Tails Around the Ranch: https://tailsaroundtheranch.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/purrs-for-jamison/

Jan’s Funny Farm: https://jansfunnyfarm.blogspot.com/2017/01/baking-invisible-biscuits.html

Frankie & Ernie: http://frankiefurterprice.blogspot.com/2017/01/tribute-to-jamison.html

Idaho Pug Ranch: http://idahopugranch.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html

The Book of Barkley: http://thebookofbarkley.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison-day.html

Dory’s Backyard: http://dorysbackyard.blogspot.com/2017/01/see-beautiful-see-blogville-see-jamison.html

Princess Leah: http://princessleahthecav.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/friday-feline-furfriend.html

The Daily Bone: http://thedailybonebychester.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html

Small Tales: http://foleymonsterandpocket.blogspot.com/2017/01/tails-from-rainbow-bridge-purrs-for.html

Onespoiledcat: https://onespoiledcat.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/farewell-jamison/

Ruby the Airedale: http://www.rubytheairedalepup.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html

15 and Meowing: http://www.15andmeowing.com/2017/01/friendly-fill-ins-week-36/

Benji & WaWa: https://edgar62.com/2017/01/13/passion-and-purpose-the-road-to-take-me-home/

Our Paw Pad (Doc & FozzieMum): https://ourpawpad.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/purrs-for-jamison/

Canadian Cats: https://canadiancats.com/2017/01/12/elfin-johns-lost-was-he-filled-in/

Da Phenny: https://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/furever-jamison-friday/

Hailey & Zaphod: http://kten-haileychronicles.blogspot.ca/2017/01/purrs-4-jamison.html

Purrince Siddhartha Henry: https://nylabluesmum.wordpress.com/2017/01/15/under-a-winter-moon/

Katie Katz: https://katiezfurrymewz.blogspot.com/2017/01/angels-kicky-toy.html

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It’s Noodle Day!

Hi, guys! It’s me, Noodle! Mom told me I could have my blog back but she said that I had to tell you a few things first:

  1. You are the best bunch of people and pets she’s ever met.
  2. She’s read every comment but can’t respond to them right now.
  3. She went to work today and it was super busy so she couldn’t lose herself in her thoughts too much.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way….

Today is January 10th which means….it’s my found day – the day Mom found me by Grandpa’s house and gave me my forever home (against her will at that – how rude). 5 years ago, I was a little fluffy scruffy puppy (estimated 6 months old).

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I was a MESS!

To read more about that amazing day, just go to: https://noodle4president.wordpress.com/about/

Now, I’m clean-shaven (okay, not today because I’m overdue for a haircut but let’s not remind Mom). I’m happy, loved, and I have a safe place to sleep at night. Oh! I have you all now, too!

That’s all I’ve got, friends. I’m happy today marks 5 years with my family but it is also the first day without my brother and I just can’t muster any more excitement. I wasn’t going to even post but I had to. It’s just hard to feel cheery. Maybe tomorrow.

Love you, friends!

Jamison Update – 1/9/17: The Last One

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Although I knew this was a possibility and where we were likely headed, I still dread telling you, and accepting, that we had to let Jamison go at 9:45 this morning.

Despite all of the prayers, support and love a little cat could ever ask for, Jamison’s poor body was shutting down. His immune system was no longer responding, his liver failing.

He was suffering and he deserved comfort. He fought hard. He was courageous. My little panther…

He made it 2 weeks longer than anyone expected. Those 2 weeks were packed with love and he was treated like a king. Everything revolved around him. I would’ve done it forever if he hadn’t been suffering.

We brought him home with us to show Macy before bringing him to the crematorium. Her reaction was filled with so much emotion. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. A slight tail wag, a sniff, ears fell back, sniffed more, gave the gentlest kisses, and then protected his body. We could see her daring Noodle to try to come near Jamison so we eventually had to crate her so Noodle and Molly could see him. She fought going into the crate, not wanting to leave her best friend.

Noodle wanted nothing to do with him after he sniffed him – just as he did with Mya. Molly saw him through the gate of her crate and seemed upset/concerned.

We just got home from the crematorium not too long ago.

The hardest part for me has always been leaving your baby’s physical form behind, knowing that it’s the last time you will see it, feel it, smell it, kiss it.

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This paw’s print will forever remain on my heart.

Before I end this, I just want to thank all of you for helping me get through the last 2 weeks. You helped me not only by reassuring me that I knew what was best for Jamison but just by letting me know you were here and that you cared about us. You played a major role in my ability to hold it together and be here to do what I had to do without shutting down.

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this, the last battle, can’t be won.

You will be sad I understand,
But don’t let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so
When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.

And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree,
It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don’t grieve that it must be you,
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We’ve been so close, we two, these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

~Author Unknown

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Until we meet again, sweet boy…

Jamison Update – 1/9/17

Laying on the bathroom floor since 4:30 am holding Jamison for what I think will be the last time. He’s rasping. Going to the vet at 8 am. I’ll do right by my baby if the doctor tells me it’s time.

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Quick update as my hands are full (literally).

Greg just picked us both up off the bathroom floor where I’d been sitting for the last hour with Jamison in my lap. My legs were long asleep and I couldn’t get up. Not to mention my back has been out between my shoulder blades since this morning. Thank you, hubby, for saving us from the cold, hard tile.

Why were we on floor, you ask? Jamison had been trembling fiercely in his carrier so I pulled out the magic blanket, put him onto my lap, wrapped him up, and after a few minutes, he actually fell asleep. No more trembling. 

His temperature is up to 102°F. Not quite fever but nowhere near his new normal of 100°F.

The day started out much better than where we’re at now. He came barrelling out of his crate this morning and went right for his dry kibble.  Unfortunately, he was unable to eat it. It seems as though something may be going on with his jaw that prevents him from eating. Perhaps he just knows he’s too weak to eat hard kibble.

We went to the ER vet yesterday afternoon to check for constipation but there was no distension of his stomach so no when’s laxative was needed.

I have been taking videos but don’t have the patience to embed them right now. Just had to make sure I gave you all an update because I didn’t yesterday evening.

Jamison Update 1/6/17

Hi, everybody! It’s me – Noodle! Guess what?! I got to see Jamison today. I don’t know if he was happy to see me but I was happy to see him. It was weird to see him so sleepy and, well, not being mean to anyone. Not that he’s mean to me in a I-want-to-kill-you way but sometimes he bites my leg and other times he jumps on my back in a big brother look-what-I-can-do-to-scare-you way. He’s really scary!

Anywho, I was a good little brother and I didn’t use this opportunity to get revenge or anything. That wouldn’t be very nice. Plus, I don’t need him storing that kind of info for months while he gets better. He’d plan some serious revenge-revenge. *shudders*

Okay, here’s Mom with the details you want. Bye!

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I’m happy to say that I have more good things to report today than bad.

It started first thing this morning after I woke up. I went in to check on Jamison, taking the top of the carrier he’s in off . He sat right up in a regular seated position, bowed he head down, reached it towards my hand and rubbed on it! It was the most cat-like thing he’s done since the attack.

This video was taken shortly after:

I think the worst thing about today was medicating him, as usual. In the morning he gets 2 pills for pain, a liquid antibiotic, and a drop of milk thistle extract. Then he gets a pill for pain in the afternoon. Finally, in the evening he gets the 2 pain pills, a pill to stimulate his appetite, 2 liquid antibiotics, and another drop of the milk thistle extract.

If you’ve ever pilled a cat before, you know how tedious it is. I can’t trick him with food. I can’t trick him by crushing it and mixing it with anything. It just has to go down the hatch by hand. You’d think this would be easy since he’s lethargic. No. He saves ALL of his energy for this moment. Because we can’t mix it with food and I’m sure it all tastes horrendous, this process leads to him drooling EVERYWHERE! It’s traumatic for all involved.

As a peace offering, I took him out of the carrier this afternoon and put him on the bed. I am so happy to say that the blanket trick worked again! He reached for it, he purred, and he actually closed his eyes for a few minutes.

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That blanket has magic powers.

In other news, I spoke to the vet about Jamison’s upcoming surgery regarding pain during recovery. Jamison will be sent home with serious pain medications. None of this weak stuff he’s on now.

All day I’ve been thinking about the surgery and him potentially suffering for months. The vet reassured me that the pain medications will help tremendously. I’ve also tried to think this out as logically as possible:

  • Jamison may not even make it through surgery if he’s not strong enough.
  • Not doing the surgery is a certain death sentence.
  • Euthanasia is also a certain death sentence. (Genius, right?) It would also be me giving up on him when he’s clearly still fighting.
  • The vet may find that there’s less necrosis than there was originally though to be and be able to stitch him up, reducing healing time drastically.

Most important of all:

  • If a person had traumatic injuries, their recovery would take months and be filled with physical therapy, pain medications, and other medical care. The only difference between a person and Jamison is that a person would go to an in-patient rehab facility and be cared for away from home. We don’t stop treating people because they need serious medical attention or because the recovery is going to be hard. We help them. We stand by them and try to make them as comfortable as possible during the process.

That was one of the biggest things with Mya, our dachshund who passed away in 2015. She was diabetic, blind, and a senior. Any time she started having problems with irregular glucose levels, would stop eating, or had a UTI or ear infection, people would say, “Why are you letting her suffer?” Seriously? Do we just go out an euthanize all people with diabetes that suffer from complications? I don’t think people think things through when it comes to animals.

If Jamison were undeniably suffering with no chance of resuming a normal quality of life, I would not go a single step further. I will NEVER make my animals suffer out of selfishness or for any other reason.

Please know this is not directed at any of our Blogville friends. I’m merely venting and thinking “out loud”.

Thank you all for your POTP and comforting comments. Please add to your prayers that Jamison’s surgery is not as complicated as expected.

Love,

Samantha

 

1/5/17 – Feeling a Tad Discouraged

Hi, friends! It’s me – Noodle. Mom has updates but it’s been so long since she let me type anything and I just wanted to say hi before turning the blog over to her. I also wanted to thank everyone for praying for my brother. He’s scary and even downright evil at times but he’s MY brother and I don’t want him leaving. Okay, here’s Mom:

Good evening, Blogville. I wish I had as much good news as I had last night but I don’t. As a matter of fact, I feel quite discouraged compared to how I felt last night.

Jamison spent the day at the vet so I could go to work without worrying about him all day (I missed Tuesday and Wednesday because I was taking care of him). While there he had his drains and stitches removed. Unfortunately, the area of his abdomen that appeared necrotic is in fact necrotic and he has to go for surgery on Tuesday to debride the area. Since so much needs to be removed, there will not be enough skin to sew him up edge-to-edge and the area will be left open. We will be responsible for bandaging him daily with a wet to dry dressing. Because it won’t be stitched together, the recovery time is going to be MONTHS!

I could just cry. Not because I don’t want to take care of him for months but because he has to endure this for months. I knew he had a long road ahead of him but I was thinking more along the lines of minor wound care and physical therapy, not a gaping wound that doesn’t even currently exist.

Between now and Tuesday, I have to pack his wound through the hole left from the drain nearest to the dying area with 3 ml of nitrofurazone per day, and apply it to the outside of his abdomen as well.

My primary concern this evening is that some of the stitches were removed too soon. I’m not an expert but I will be calling the vet in the morning to ask about one of the wounds in particular.

On top of it all, Jamison is exhausted this evening and out of it. I tried the soft blanket and there was no reaction to it. He looks awful and I’m just having a pity party right now. I just thought the progress was so much more than it really is.

Something Fabulous Happened

Noodle’s mom here! 
I have such wonderful news to report this evening!!!

Tonight I decided to let Jamison lay on the bed for a little bit so I could snuggle him (gently). I grabbed a super soft velvety plush blanket to see if he would react to it (soft blankets are his favorite thing).

Not only did he reach for it but once he felt it, he purred!!! My baby purred!!!

*Insert happy dance here*

Look at how content he looked: 


His temperature has been stable for the last 2 days AND his breathing isn’t as labored or as loud. He’s feistier when I him. I even got kicked today! 😁

He goes to the vet tomorrow morning to have his drains and sutures removed. Hopefully the tissue that appeared to be necrotic has improved.

We’re still waiting for him to eat on his own. I’m hoping that will happen by Sunday. He’s able to pull himself up into a regular seated position now though he can’t hold it for long. He’s also curling up tighter when he sleeps….AND HE PURRED!!! I can’t get over it. I cried when it happened. I never thought he’d make it this far. We almost lost him so many times.

My baby has a long road ahead but he’s making great strides and I couldn’t be happier.

Macy will be very happy when her buddy can play again. This was her last night outside the bathroom where he’s staying:


She’s been lost without him. Soon, Macy. Soon…