For a cat who lived such a long life, Pyret only went to the vet a handful of times. When she was young, of course, she got her routine vaccinations and her spaying. And then after I moved her, we brought her along with the Abys. She always hated the vet, and medical attention of any kind (as she demonstrated with alacrity when I gave her that pill one time), so it’s very fortunate that she was very healthy and had good, strong teeth.
She was a good traveller to the vet, anyway.
When we took Pyret to the vet this year, she had a panic attack.
And the vet was very concerned.
Apparently, being examined by a vet threw Pyret into a panic attack.
So I brought Pyret in for her own, private vet appointment.
At the time, she weighed 3.05 kilos. When she died, she was only 2.6 kilos.
Because Pyret was so old, we wanted to get a blood sample to check all her levels. And to do that, we needed to draw blood. And to do that, Pyret needed to be sedated.
The vet used a short-term drug to knock her out.
Once she was unconscious, they worked quickly to get a blood sample.
Ultimately, the results were positive, with some low-grade kidney failure – nothing unexpected in a cat of her age. She was prescribed a special renal/hepatic medicinal diet, but was otherwise given a clean bill of heath