I Don’t Feel So Hot

Hi everyone. The New Year hasn’t started well for me. Before Christmas, I got sick. It was awful. My mom was scared, and I was too ill to be. I was sick to my stomach, and I stopped eating. My mom knew something was up early one morning when I had snuggled next to her all night without getting up and wanting to eat and play. She put food in my bowl and called me to the kitchen, but I wouldn’t leave the bed. She called the doctor immediately, knowing something was wrong with me. My new doctor saw me that afternoon, and they did a chest x-ray and took a urine specimen. They hydrated me. My urine was full of blood. When they showed the vial to my mom, she thought it was blood they had taken. But it wasn’t. It was my urine. They gave me an antibiotic shot just in case I had an infection. I got another shot, but I forgot what it was for. They also put me on some urinary tract food, but I didn’t like it. It had stuff in it, and I don’t like bits and pieces of things in my food. I like pate because it’s nice and smooth. So we had to get my food straightened out so I would eat. For a while, I was on baby food. That helped. I had beef and chicken. I liked the beef the best. I didn’t feel like eating much, though. I just wanted to snuggle with my mom and not move from the bed.

I had to go back so the doctor could recheck me, and I had blood tests and another urine test done. It still had blood in it. The next day, she called my mom with the results of the blood tests. It’s my thyroid, and it had a very high number attached to it. My mom told her I had what she thought was extensive blood work done last summer, and she was told my bloodwork was fine. But when this new doctor checked my paperwork from the last doctor, they hadn’t done a thyroid test. My mom was upset. Because blood tests are expensive, and she assumed they tested for everything. She’s not a medical professional, and she trusted the doctor. I want all you non-furry parents out there to be aware of this and ask lots of questions when they do blood tests on your loved ones. Make sure to ask if they are testing for thyroid issues. Now, I am paying the price. This isn’t fun. I don’t like being sick.

As of right now, I am on two thyroid pills a day. I am also on wet urinary tract food. I see the doctor again next week. I will have more blood work and another urine specimen taken to see if there is still blood in my urine. It’s kind of a wait-and-see thing. I am up and eating, but I don’t feel well. And guess what? To top off all those problems, they gave me pink pills. If you read my last column, you know I have an aversion to the color pink.

My mom found some pink pills around the apartment that were supposed to be in my tummy. I don’t like those pink pills. Why can’t they be blue or plain old white? Why pink? So now she is double-checking and making sure she is getting the pills on the back of my tongue and syringing water in afterward so I am not saving them in the side of my mouth and spitting them out when she is not looking. Life can be tough.

Christmas wasn’t fun because I was sick, but I did get a new ball. Guess what? It wasn’t pink this time, it was green. I loved it, but it came up missing. My mom has taken the broom and the Swiffer and gone under the furniture, but nothing comes out. We don’t know where the balls are. She has a bad knee, so she is unable to get down on the floor and look with a flashlight. We’re still missing the two pink balls she had bought earlier.

Years ago, my mom bought an electric pet bed warmer for winter. She bought it in the summer and put it away. When winter came, she couldn’t find it. So when we moved at the end of last summer, she found it while packing. She put it on the bench in front of the window for me. Now, I can look out the window and be warm and cozy.

Our apartment doesn’t have carpet, and my paws are suffering. So are my mom’s. Today, she put her yoga mat part way under the bench so when I jump down, I land on the soft yoga mat and won’t hurt my paws. She put carpet tape underneath it so neither of us would trip and fall. That was nice of my mom, but the only thing is the yoga mat is pink. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Why is everything pink? Can’t a guy catch a break?

I apologize for being so down and depressed, but maybe what I am going through will help someone else. I hope to know more after next week’s visit and tests. My mom has noticed that I am also drinking a lot of water. She needs to mention that to my doctor next week. My brother, Winston, had kidney problems before he died, and he was drinking a ton of water too. I hope I don’t have that.

I also want to mention to all you non-furry parents, please find a doctor who will make appointments so you can be there with your loved one. Don’t let them tell you to drop off your pet. They will be left in their carrier until they have time to look at them. It could be hours before you get to pick them up. Would you leave a child at the doctor’s office by him or herself? I don’t think so. Please don’t do that to your pet. We get scared and nervous, and then to be left in our carrier until someone can get to us is not a good thing to do. Stress like that is bad for our health. My mom doesn’t do that to me, although there have been doctors that have wanted her to. She refuses.

I ask for everyone to pray for me. I would love some mail, too. It’s hard when you feel sick. I love getting and answering mail. It keeps my mind off things. Tell me something about yourself and what you like to do. I am not on social media, but you can comment at the end of this article or email me at maverick@eupnews.com. I try to answer all mail.

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My name is Maverick, and I am 11 years old, and this is my first column. My mom adopted me when she found me outside her home, underneath her car. Someone had shot me. When the doctor wanted to end my life, she told him if there was a chance that I would make it, then do everything possible for me. She wanted me to know there were good people in this world and know that I am loved. It took five months to nurse me back to health. I had congestive heart failure, too. At the end of the five months, I finally met my two brothers for the first time. Boy, did I love them and my new home. I am so glad my mom didn’t listen to that doctor. If you have any questions or want to comment, you can reach me at maverick@eupnews.com. I would love to hear from all furry and non-furry pets and their moms and dads.

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