Fast Fiction

Well, poor Becky is starting really hate going to the vet.

This has been her life this week:

Tuesday morning - visit to the vet - shots, bath & nail trim
Thursday morning - visit to the vet - stay for the day, more shots, blood test
Thursday evening - visit to the vet for overnight stay & tests
Friday morning - pickup from the vet
Saturday morning - visit to the vet - more shots & blood tests

At the moment the doctor has ruled out the previously suspected Immune-Mediated Thrombocytopenia because she has no immune response indicators in her blood. Her ears are still swollen, though not nearly as badly as they have been earlier this week - just a little bit thicker at the base, but normal at the ends.

The vet still thinks that whatever is causing her blood in the urine and swollen ears has something to do with her blood clotting - whether immune overactivity, an allergic reaction or blood disorder.

We have her on a raft of medications - steroids, antibiotics, something for her thyroid (because one test came back with abnormal levels) and now vitamin K to help her clotting. She’s really starting to hate me. I might have to start hiding the pills in the cheese again. It’s not hard with most of the little pills, but the antibiotic is a regular sized capsule.

Here’s the latest - her ears are still very pink on the insides, but hang pretty much normally now.