There is something wrong with him. It’s been a gradual “something” over the past few months.
First, he was super finicky about his foods and I was bouncing back and forth trying to find what he liked.
Then, he straight out refused dry food of any kind, so I stuck to only wet food.
Then, he began losing weight, or so it seemed, I wasn’t sure. His back end is super thin around his tailbone and hind legs and his stomach sinks in when he walks (it’s hard to describe). He still eats but not a whole lot and he eats in sessions, meaning he eats small amounts over time. That is hard for me because I’m at work during the day so I can’t keep refilling his food on an hourly basis and if the food stays on his plate to long, he refuses it. This is a new problem.
I’ve also noticed, as of late, when he eats, he has a gag type reflex. He’ll eat, then kind of open his mouth and heave like something is stuck somewhere and he’s trying to get it out. Usually, he’s fine after a few seconds.
He also drools, a lot. I thought that was normal but I was told by my cousins’ husband, who owns three Vet clinics in Orange County, that drooling is not normal and it could mean he’s nauseated.
Then, this morning, he threw up for the first time, ever. I know he did hack a hairball about a year ago but that was all he’s ever done in the 3/12 years I’ve had him. I fed him when I got up, like I normally do and he ate. Then about 3 minutes later, he threw everything he had just ate back up. I was just about to leave for work when he did this so I left a bit more on his plate just in case he wanted to eat more.
Now, I’m sitting here at work, just sickened with worry and wondering what I need to do. I have a vet appointment for him on Saturday but now, I’m debating whether I should call the vet and ask if they can see him tonight.
Worse than this, I feel like I did something wrong. I was bending over backwards to get him food he would eat and now I feel dumb thinking I read somewhere that drooling in cats is normal. Maybe I read that about dogs? But I feel riddled with guilt that I didn’t take care of him properly. Or that I didn’t take him to the vet sooner.
I’m going to make some phone calls in a bit here, I might have to get my parents to take The Boy to hockey practice tonight.