Four years ago I went to my area SPCA, grudgingly entertaining the idea of adopting a cat. I sat down amidst a litter of kittens, and immediately this little green-eyed buff ball of fur crawled into my lap and started purring. Two days later I came to take him home. Hobbes was this hybrid of antelope, dog, human, and monster. Relatives and acquaintances who had owned multiple cats for decades were constantly saying, "That's so weird! Cats aren't supposed to do that!" followed by fits of hysterics. Two months ago I had this nagging feeling that something wasn't right with Hobbes, but there was nothing specific I could put my finger on. So I ignored the feeling until I tried to pick him up a few weeks ago and he cried out. Hobbes never cries. Not even the time I tripped over him in the dark and stepped on his tail, followed by his hind leg. Two weeks of bouncing back and forth between my vet and an emergency hospital ruled out leukemia, cancer, AIDS, FIP, and heart disease. Finally, last week he was diagnosed with kylothorax. The "good" news is that the fluid is thick, so it hasn't leaked through the thin membrane that separates his lungs. Only his left lung is being affected. The bad news of course is that the fluid is hard to remove because it's so thick. Hobbes won't eat any of the low-fat food the vet has given us. We're on our second brand now. He eats a handful, then will throw up any more that he eats. He won't take his Rutin either. We tried it in a pill form, then we bought a pill crusher and tried to hide it in food and various treats. No go. If anyone has any advice about how to get him to take his Rutin, I would be so appreciative. I'm at the end of my rope here.![]()
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