The end of February I took Tyler & Trinity in just for their yearly appointment before my shoulder surgery. Both came away with a clean bill of health including senior blood work requested for 10 year old cats. Trinity died completely unexpected 5 days later.
This weekend my awesome cousin who is a veterinarian was in town. I asked if she’d please take a quick look at Tyler. She spent time listening to his heart in 5 places. I thought the quiet of home when he wasn’t stressed would be a better time to listen than when he’s freaked from being at the vet. When he was calm she didn’t hear anything, but when his heart sped up some, she did. I learned something I’ve never even thought about. At her practice in Raleigh, they put in soundproof doors at her clinic for reasons just like this so the doctors can hear better without surrounding noise.
She said at 10 years old she would’ve run a urinalysis and the IDEXX package with SDMA. She said when bloodwork is sent it out to IDEXX it cost less for the owner than doing it in-house. She said the SDMA is a more reliable indicator of kidney function than creatinine and it is always part of the blood panel package she orders in seniors and that Tyler is overweight. She mentioned that with the BNP test my local vet recommended running on Tyler after Trinity passed, that the studies were not primarily on Ragdolls and that with most BNP test results they are followed by an echo anyway.
The most shocking thing is SHE HEARD A STRONG LEVEL TWO HEART MURMUR.
Wow sometime while I was busy with life… there’s been a lot of new Ragdoll books published. I’m up to 7 pages in my amazon store. If you’ve read any of them (especially the ones aimed at adults) please let me know what you thought.
Tyler & Trinity don’t like sounds, and they don’t like change. I actually don’t know any other cats that are as scared of sounds as they have been their entire lives.
I planned the move to the new house as best I could. We moved most everything the day before and only had our bed and the litter boxes to move that morning. After that was done, we went back to get the furbabies. From the moment we left our old house the worrisome cries began. I thought it’d be best to start in the laundry room where their litter boxes would be so they had a smaller area to get used to before increasing it to the main house, with plans later to open individual room doors.
My plan was a bust.
Hubby thought it was because the laundry had tile floors like the veterinarian’s office. They both dove into the bed together and continued to fear for their life.