So great news, Weasel is enjoying running in and out all day again, spying on his girlfriend through the fence two doors down, so it's business as usual for now. He wasn't eating very much until this morning. Yesterday was an improvement, but today he returned to eating the amount he use to eat in the mornings. Unfortunately it requires me to be around constantly. It takes hours for him to get through everything. In a month, I won't be around in the day to cater to this.
You may be curious as to know 'why the sudden uplift?'...perhaps this is pure coincidence and unrelated; however, I don't particular believe that... On Monday afternoon there was a cancellation at the Newmarket Holistic Clinic and as such, I was thankfully able to drive Weasel to see Dr. Haghighat. Although Dr. Haghighat had the best intentions in aiding Weasel's recent downturn, Weasel did not exactly see it that way. In fact, this clever little kitty hasn't forgotten the previous visits. The moment Dr. Haghighat started massaging Weasel's neck and trying to relax him, he began growling. No matter how much attention either one of us gave him, he was annoyed and distrusting of what was to come.
The next step was to draw blood, as the vet wanted to inject Weasel with remedies mixed with his blood into acupuncture points. He received an anti-inflammatory remedy (liquid form of Traumeel) as well as an appetite enhancing remedy. The issue however was obtaining the blood. At the point when the vet was delicately parting the fur on this paw, he was growling. The second the needle touched him, he transformed into the Tasmanian Devil and thankfully, no one was harmed. The vet had a plan of action though. All was not lost. Two blocks away there was a large vet clinic that had many members on staff. It took 3 of them to obtain the blood but it was done. I was able to drive it back quite quickly and Dr. Haghighat was able to resume his treatment plan. By the time the injections were complete, Weasel had worked his way into many corners of the room but thankfully the vet was accommodating. Unbelievably, he was able to administer the vitamin B injection at the end, even though seconds before, we were both being swatted at by Weasel who was dripping foam from his mouth in anger. With his ruffle all fluffed up and his body coiled up on his hind legs, he had morphed into a cobra snake before our very eyes.
It's quite amazing to witness an animal's reaction to being helped in dire times, in contrast to humans who are so appreciative. Can you imagine one's loved one, standing on a hospital bed and punching and spitting at a surgeon who just saved his or her life? The idea is ludicrous.
So although Weasel feels as though he was punished, I did see a radical turnaround since our visit. His tail is twitching a lot though, so we're not completely out of the woods when it comes to eliminating his discomfort, but we've certainly made some strides.
On another note, I have the opportunity to get another ultrasound for a reduced price - which the animal hospital is categorizing as a 're-examination' so the fee is reduced which is wonderful. However, although I'm dying to know where we stand on matters and if any of this treatment has really proven to be effective, it's literally throwing money away. Our treatment plan won't differ. If I was wealthy, I wouldn't hesitate but times are tough and I need to pay for daily treatment regimes. For an animal to live 7 months with a terminal illness, it would be fantastic to see if we've stumbled across a treatment that helps. This would provide that proof.
