I didn’t expect to have to write anything like this already.
Over the last couple of days, I’ve noticed Griffey being lethargic and that he basically stopped eating. When I’d try to play with him, he would seem a little interested, but not give much effort. Very unusual for a cat at only a year old. Overall he didn’t seem like himself.
So, I took him into the vet today to get him checked out. Initial scans didn’t show anything and x-rays didn’t show anything particularly alarming. However, when drawing blood samples, they noticed his blood was very thin.
Upon testing, they’ve determined he was severely anemic. We’ve yet to pinpoint a cause at this time, but I’m having a blood transfusion done on him as I write this and he’ll be hospitalized overnight. The best case scenario is he’s sent home with some steroids and antibiotics and he rebounds well. I’m not wanting to think about the bad scenarios yet.
I want the best for this little guy. He’s such a sweet little cat and has been a bright spot for me since I let go of Remy over the summer. Up until this week, he seemed like his usual happy self. I had no clue something could be wrong. My hope is that I caught this early and we can move forward with a happy healthy life.
I’m thankful for the support system I have around me in times like this. I don’t know what I would do without my brother with his emotional and financial support. I hate asking for it, but I’m thankful he’s so willing to help. I have good family support and friends who I know will be there for me. I’m so happy I don’t have to do this alone.
With that, I hope for the best for Griffey.