Today I had to do the second hardest thing a cat parent has to do. Today I took Jacoby to Jönköping…and left him at the djursjukhuset there.
I think he knew something was going on. When I woke up, he was lying on top of me. His biopsies are tomorrow morning, but because of the train schedules, it was easier to bring him in this afternoon.
After breakfast, he stayed close to me on the sofa. I’m sure he knew something was up…even though I tried to remain calm.
But the truth is, Jake is having surgery tomorrow. He is having different areas of his digestive tract biopsied so we can finally know what has been bothering him since February or March. And while it’s a routine procedure and everything should be fine…it’s still surgery.
And that’s a hard thing to think about when it’s your best friend, your feline soulmate of nine years.
And while most of your brain knows it’s just surgery and he’ll come through it with no problems…there’s always this evil little bit in the back of cerebellum that can’t stop thinking that this train ride, this time in the waiting room, this moment where he’s in the transfer cage and going back into the depths of the hospital you almost never get to see…this might be the last time I pet that head, hear that purr, tell him I love him. The odds of that happening are low, to be sure…but we’ve all heard stories of routine surgeries going wrong. You don’t want to think that way, but you do.
I took a couple of awkward selfies of us on the train…
…until I remembered about Incredibooth. Selfies are much better when they look like photobooth strips.
On our journey to Anicura, I of course let him out of his carrier whilst we were on the train.
Jake was his usual Strollercat self, riding the rails the way he has a thousand times before.
Before we left, I packed one of his favourite spring toys along with his beloved catnip Jackson Pollock fish. This is one of his all-time favourite toys and he was even licking it in his carrier. I hope it gives him some comfort tomorrow when he wakes up from his operation.
I let him walk from the bus stop to the hospital.
He’s actually starting to recognise where he’s going when we come her, which is a sign we’ve come here too many times. But there was no way he would make that trip in his carrier, and who was I not to indulge him?
We had a bit of a wait before a nurse came to collect him, so we sat in the special cats-only waiting room.
There are shelves on the wall for people to set the cat carriers…
…and they have two Feliway plug-ins installed!
There were other people in the cat waiting room when we first got there, so I kept Jake in his carrier. Once they left, however, I let him out to walk around. He seemed to like the waiting room, but of course he’s never been afraid of going to the vet.
He was very affectionate while we waited.
In fact, he felt so happy and comfortable in the waiting room, he flopped down and started grooming himself.
It kind of made me sad, because I could see how much his hair had grown back from the ultrasound he’d had a month ago…and that’s going to get shaved off again tomorrow morning.
Finally we we called back to an exam room. He was weighed (4.02 kg, better than the 3.9 kg he was on 6 August, the last time I got his weight), and we talked a little about the procedure to come and what will happen after the operation.
I had to take off his collar, which made me a little sad, but they let him have his toys, so when he wakes up in his hospital cage he’ll have something from home to help make him feel better.
Finally, they wheeled him off to his hospital cage, and I went along home with my empty cat carrier.
I had an hour to kill before my train home came, so I went to O’Leary’s (a favourite quasi-Boston hangout) and played a little of my favourite slot machine game, Wild Pride, and I won 845kr (about $92 USD)! That surely must be a good omen, right?
Tomorrow is going to be a long day, waiting for the phone to ring. I will go back to pick Jake up either Wednesday or Thursday, depending on how quickly he recovers.
11 thoughts on “Aby-a-Day – 13 August: Exploratory surgery (Medical Monday)”
Hang in there, buddy! Soon you’ll be your old, goofy self, and not growling and feeling unwell.
Prayers for Jacoby.
This was emotional for me to see as Jacoby and my Instincts Slim Jim look like brothers. Maybe they are distant cousins or something.
Anyway, thinking of you all.
I am sure they are related in some way, probably through Instincts Klein Bonaire…
I’m sending lots of purrs to both you and Jake. I think he is taking it better than you are! Paws crossed the surgery is as routine as it is supposed to be.
Jake! I’m sure this will be routine, but just in case, we’ve commissioned every Aby on earth to link minds like the dragons of Pern did for the Masterharper, and keep you safely with us for many years to come. Good luck, handsome one.
Everything will be fine, like you said, routine surgery. But really they are keeping him for a few days? We are looking at the same surgeryv for Gracie in the coming weeks, and we drop her off in the morning and pick her up that evening. (good old US healthcare, works the same for pets as it does for humans, I went home 3 hours after my 5 hour long surgery.)
They told me that even though they suture up the biopsy holes, leakage can occur, so they want to make sure he’s healing all right before they send him home. Also, they are going to ultrasound him tomorrow morning to see how he’s looking. Because it’s a 90-minute trip home by busses and the train, they want to make certain he’s doing well because we can’t just turn around and bring him back if anything happens.
Thinking of you both…sending positive thoughts. I know how hard this must be for you Koshka.
We love Jacoby. ❤ Best wishes for a speedy recovery and a solution to what has been bothering him. Hugs. I know what you are going through.