It's been a long, hard month worrying about Quinn. On March 2 he started into acute renal failure without us knowing. It was a Sunday, we were pre-occupied with the Oscars. But Quinn was "feeling under the weather", or so we thought. He was in the closet and didn't really want to eat. I took him to the vet the next morning and by then he was in acute renal failure and slipping away. The vet categorized his pain level at 4 out of 4 and he was just lying in his cage peeing all over himself. She immediately started him on IV fluids and medications and hospitalized him for two days. I picked him up on Wednesday but that was only the beginning of my struggle with him. I've since dealt with SubQ fluids, seizures, and trying constantly to find the right food to feed him and that he will eat. He's lost a lot of weight and his appetitie is not very good. But I'm trying to cook real food for him, like chicken, and he is responding (a little). But he doesn't eat enough to gain any weight.
He finished his antibiotics (4 week course) and two days later started exhibiting signs of a bladder infection. I started him on antibiotics again and I take him back to the vet this Tuesday.
Quinn turns 18 on May 5. I am not good with age and growing old. He's my boy and I am having a hard time coming to terms with his decline and losing him. I need more time with him. When he was really sick I asked him to come back to me, he did. Now I have to ask him to stay until he's ready to go.