This story has a happy ending.
But first, the sadness.
As some of you have noticed, we’ve been silent on this blog lately. It’s because our mental health has been poor and we’ve been struggling between various projects. Pit has been ill and, with the doctors being unhelpful, we’re left majorly on our own.
But during this time, we were supposed to take our little babies to the vet.
I remember, nearly every week, setting it as the goal. But things happened, and with all the chaos in our heads, it just never happened.
Yesterday I saw el puddy strain at the litter and nothing come out. Being unwittingly ignorant, I thought ‘hmm, we really do have to take him to the vet’.
I hoped it would go away, and kept an eye on him.
He appeared joyful, playful even. There were no other signs if I hadn’t spotted him straining in the litter.
Later, I saw him strain again. Longer, harder, and with no results. I googled, and panic set in.
Here in Canada, it’s Canada day weekend. With all the vets being closed, the cost would be astronomical to visit a vet within 48 hours.
Thinking I would be facing euthanizing my baby the next day due to astronomical fees, I curled up on the bed and cried.
Luckily, I was the only one doing that.
Pit relaxed, thought a bit, and force fed via syringe our baby rosemary tea every hour all night long. (Rosemary tea is excellent for both UTI’s and kidney stones in both humans and cats)
He peed. His eyes (which have been jaundiced lately) even started returning to their normal bright green.
My knight in shining armor saved the day. ❤ Yes, we will be taking our puddy to the vet as soon as possible, but when the vets open and that way we can actually afford to get him treated properly.