After arriving, I told my story to the vet tech, then the vet came in. She was so wonderful, she took about an hour to listen to me, watch my videos, and hang out with Chester. Then she mentioned a feeding tube and I LOST it. I have not been able to stop crying all day. She reassured me that this was the best course of treatment, and after confirming that with Lauren, I decided to go ahead. My heart broke as I said goodbye to Chester. I knew he had no idea why I was abandoning him with strangers, and he had no idea that his life was about to forever change.
After I picked him up I got detailed discharge instructions, and directions on how to tube feed him. I pretty much cried the whole time. I cried for about 15 minutes in the parking lot before I could even drive. Chester just couldn't get comfortable. He's not used to wearing a collar, even more so with a tube sticking out of his neck. I cried most of the way home. We sat in the driveway at home for what seemed like hours, not wanting to go inside and face the reality of our new life.
We finally came inside, and Chester climbed up the stairs onto the bed. He tried to get comfy as I gathered my stuff for school. After I came over and sat down, he scooted up to my leg, and crawled under the covers. I worked on school stuff for a few hours, delaying the inevitable tube feed.
Every time I thought about it, I started to hyperventilate and cry. I wrestled with myself for about 30 minutes before I decided to just get up and do it. I cried the whole time I made the food. I cried as I filled the syringes. Then I decided it was just time to do it. I lifted Chester onto the bed and offered him a meatball. He's not loving his new "neckbrace" so he didn't even attempt to eat it, although I know he could smell it from the drool coming from his crispy tongue.
He sat still like an angel while I tube fed him. I just sat with my arms around him, telling him how much I loved him, as I pumped his liquid diet directly into his stomach. I have to feed him 45mL over 15-20 minutes, then flush the line with 12mL. About 20mL of food into the feeding he started to want to get up and move around. I stopped the feeding and flushed the line. We'll try again tomorrow morning. I guess it wasn't too bad for our first attempt.
I hope his happy, bouncy, fun personality comes back as he adjusts to his new way of life. I know he is not used to wearing a collar, and he's had a pretty traumatic day, but he's just not the Cheety I left at the vet clinic.
So here we are again, I'm sitting up in bed, and he's snuggled against my leg, trying to be comfortable. And I still can't stop crying.
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| My sweet angel |
