By feelingbeachie on March 24, 2012
As most pet owners are, my husband, Marc, and I am very in tune to our cat, Alex’s, health and needs. Since Alex is a senior cat, over seventeen years old, and had to have his tail amputated last summer as a result of cancer, we get very concerned if he doesn’t act normally. We worry if he has changes in his behavior, especially if the change is related to his eating.
A couple of weeks ago, Alex attacked his breakfast on a Friday morning, with a vengeance. Marc and I were delighted. We feel that if he eats with a robust and enthusiastic appetite it must mean he is feeling fine. But, when nighttime fell, uncommonly Alex had no desire for dinner. Marc and I weren’t too concerned at first. We figured that he was still full from breakfast. We were positive that when we woke up the next morning all this food would be gone.
It wasn’t. Alex didn’t eat a bit overnight.
We gave him breakfast on Saturday morning, and he had no interest. He barely even went over to his bowl. Thinking he needed an incentive, we prepared him a fresh bowl of pure fancy feast omitting the prescription food that we normally mix in. Usually plain fancy does the trick, but not this time. He had no interest in eating.
We didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so we figured we would wait to see what happened during the rest of the day. We were hopeful that by dinnertime, Alex’s appetite would have returned with a vengeance. It didn’t.
“Should we bring him to the vet in the morning?” I asked Marc. “Do you think he is sick?”
“I don’t know,” Marc answered. “I hate to rush him over there for nothing. At his age, the stress of the car ride can be just as bad for him. I’ll call my cousin tomorrow and see what he says. And besides, maybe we will get lucky and Alex will eat tonight or in the morning.”
He didn’t. So, as early as we were able, Marc called his cousin, the vet who lives in Florida. Marc’s cousin treated Alex for most of his life before he moved out of town. And even though he now lives a plane ride away, he still is able to diagnose Alex’s conditions remotely. We credit Alex’s live being saved last summer to his diagnosis. He is an amazing vet, who loves animals.
As soon as Marc called him, and Alex heard him say “hello” it was as if Alex knew who Marc was speaking with. He must have sensed that his “uncle” was going to suggest us bringing him to the doctor if he didn’t eat. As Marc explained the situation, Alex made his way to his food bowl and began to eat his breakfast. I swear he had a look in his eyes that said – if you think you are taking me anywhere, you got another guess coming!
I am always amazed at what animals can sense, aren’t you?