Thursday, March 06, 2008
Lady Barbara at Texas A & M
My mother and I sat in the waiting room at Texas A&M University animal clinic with Lady Barbara in a carrier. We were here to see if this little tortoiseshell cat could be saved. Lady Barbara had a puncture wound into her colon. (To learn how this started, click here.)
At last, a young woman called my name. We were escorted to an examining room where the young woman removed Lady Barbara from the carrier. Lady Barbara promptly jumped onto the nearby sink area. I started to retrieve her, but the young woman told me to let her explore the room, then left. Lady Barbara did explore. She went everywhere but the examining table. We waited.
The door opened; an older man entered and introduced himself. He was the professor my veterinarian had contacted. Behind him came another professor, two postdoctoral students and the young woman, a graduate student. We had a crowd. Lady Barbara, back on the sink counter watched all with interest.
The first professor retrieved her from the counter and placed her on the examining table. For the first time, Lady Barbara did not look happy. Everyone gathered around her as the professor began his exam. He cleaned around her wound (she still leaked fecal matter), then began a careful study of her rear. The others did likewise. Lady Barbara did not seem to find it strange that so many people were interested in her rear end.
The first professor turned to me. "I think that we can help her," he said.
Until that moment, I did not know how worried I was about a cat I had had only a few weeks. I could sense the relaxation flow through my body.
He continued, explaining that this was an unusual injury, one that they had never seen in a cat, and only a few times in dogs. They were overjoyed to be able to work on her. The professor explained that they would not try to repair the tear, but instead, remove the damaged section of colon and reconnect it to her rectum. They would have to make a large, u-shaped incision around her rectum. When finished, Lady Barbara's rear would have been lifted closer to her tail. The only question would be whether any muscles had been damaged. He did not think so. Lady Barbara would have to stay at least a week.
We went home (after paying for the surgery) and waited. Lady Barbara's surgery was the next day. The professor had promised that someone would call every evening.
When the phone rang the next evening, it was the young woman graduate student. Lady Barbara had come through the surgery with flying colors and was recovering nicely. The graduate student promised to call the next day.
She did. Lady Barbara was doing well, although not eating robustly. They were waiting to see what happened when she defecated.
I was surprised by her lack of appetite because despite her injury, Lady Barbara had liked to eat. Now, I had something to worry about.
The news was great the next day. Lady Barbara had defecated normally. Everything was working properly. Her appetite was still not what it should be, but all her vital signs were normal.
I asked what they were feeding her. Canned Friskies, her favorite variety. Then the graduate student said, "Oh, we put a teaspoon of Metamucil in every serving."
I understood. I would not like to eat any meal with that stuff mixed in. Poor Lady Barbara.
Despite her distaste for the food, Lady Barbara did well. One week later, I was able to return to Texas A&M and retrieve her. Lady Barbara came home.
At last, a young woman called my name. We were escorted to an examining room where the young woman removed Lady Barbara from the carrier. Lady Barbara promptly jumped onto the nearby sink area. I started to retrieve her, but the young woman told me to let her explore the room, then left. Lady Barbara did explore. She went everywhere but the examining table. We waited.
The door opened; an older man entered and introduced himself. He was the professor my veterinarian had contacted. Behind him came another professor, two postdoctoral students and the young woman, a graduate student. We had a crowd. Lady Barbara, back on the sink counter watched all with interest.
The first professor retrieved her from the counter and placed her on the examining table. For the first time, Lady Barbara did not look happy. Everyone gathered around her as the professor began his exam. He cleaned around her wound (she still leaked fecal matter), then began a careful study of her rear. The others did likewise. Lady Barbara did not seem to find it strange that so many people were interested in her rear end.
The first professor turned to me. "I think that we can help her," he said.
Until that moment, I did not know how worried I was about a cat I had had only a few weeks. I could sense the relaxation flow through my body.
He continued, explaining that this was an unusual injury, one that they had never seen in a cat, and only a few times in dogs. They were overjoyed to be able to work on her. The professor explained that they would not try to repair the tear, but instead, remove the damaged section of colon and reconnect it to her rectum. They would have to make a large, u-shaped incision around her rectum. When finished, Lady Barbara's rear would have been lifted closer to her tail. The only question would be whether any muscles had been damaged. He did not think so. Lady Barbara would have to stay at least a week.
We went home (after paying for the surgery) and waited. Lady Barbara's surgery was the next day. The professor had promised that someone would call every evening.
When the phone rang the next evening, it was the young woman graduate student. Lady Barbara had come through the surgery with flying colors and was recovering nicely. The graduate student promised to call the next day.
She did. Lady Barbara was doing well, although not eating robustly. They were waiting to see what happened when she defecated.
I was surprised by her lack of appetite because despite her injury, Lady Barbara had liked to eat. Now, I had something to worry about.
The news was great the next day. Lady Barbara had defecated normally. Everything was working properly. Her appetite was still not what it should be, but all her vital signs were normal.
I asked what they were feeding her. Canned Friskies, her favorite variety. Then the graduate student said, "Oh, we put a teaspoon of Metamucil in every serving."
I understood. I would not like to eat any meal with that stuff mixed in. Poor Lady Barbara.
Despite her distaste for the food, Lady Barbara did well. One week later, I was able to return to Texas A&M and retrieve her. Lady Barbara came home.
Photos of Texas A&M campus by StuSeeger.
Labels: cat, injury, Lady Barbara, Metamucil, Texas A and M, Tortoiseshell
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