Not to be outdone—Coolidge. . .

Coolidge

Coolidge

As I was turning the corner from mid- to full resolution in the matter disclosed in my previous post, our cat’s urine suddenly displayed blood. There aren’t many things in a uric matrix that can be mistaken for blood, so, after confirming she could work us in, we packed him up for a trip to our vet.

The blood-tinged urine was evident in a Potty Pad that provided extended coverage for occasions when our neuropathic, arthritic Coolidge overshoots the bounds of his litter box, which is nearly always.

Our empirically minded vet was unconvinced beyond reasonable doubt that the stain was actually blood. Okay. . .no matter. . .a urinalysis would be necessary anyway for a diagnosis. I knew it was blood; I wanted to know why it was suddenly showing up in my cat’s urine. Coolidge is diabetic. Chronic renal failure always looms at this late stage. Blood in the urine can be associated with a fair number of things, including cancer.

The pad was not sufficient for testing, so the vet tech sent us home with the most ridiculous collection set-up I have ever had to stifle a laugh at seeing. Really: a shallow baking dish containing a sprinkle of tiny plastic beads which, the exuberant tech averred, no cat could resist peeing on. From there, she exuded, it’s a simple matter to pipette some of the fluid into a test tube and return it for analysis.

Trust me: Coolidge would find this resistible. But people with sick pets have to be very tactful with people who generalize their limited experience with other people’s pets to an atypical individual. Coolidge, if only because he is 17 and has lived with diabetes for nine years, is an atypical individual.

Coolidge managed an adroit dodge of the baking pan and its artlessly beckoning beads. I waited a couple of hours and placed him in the center of his litter box; he dutifully commenced urinating, and I collected a sample in a bowl, pipetted the contents into the test tube, and took it to the vet, along with the unused baking pan and Coolidge-resistant beads.

While awaiting the lab results, more serious thoughts began messing with my mind. “Will Coolidge and I be diagnosed with cancer the same day? After all, we share the same birthday. . . .” It couldn’t happen. Coolidge’s results would be available in a couple of hours. My biopsy results wouldn’t be back for a few days. Somehow that quashed the superstition demon.

The vet’s office called and relayed that Coolidge had an “uncomplicated” UTI. I picked up the two-week supply of amoxicillin from the vet. Of course, it gave Coolidge diarrhea, but he had no more bleeding episodes. I called the after-hours vet and asked whether probiotics were okay to give to cats; she said they definitely were, and a feline version was available. My husband rushed to Petco, arrived shortly before closing, and returned with feline probiotics in a salmon oil matrix. They help Coolidge swallow the amoxicillin pills as much as they serve their intended purpose.

One absolutely incredible thing to me is that so many simplicity advocates have cats. . . .

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2 responses to “Not to be outdone—Coolidge. . .

  1. Heidi

    This too is a relief.

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