Screeching Halt

Castor is going to a new vet today. The edges of his ears are starting to crumble, which is a sign of impending liver failure. Given the use of steroids to keep his irritable bowel condition under control, I cannot say that I'm shocked.

At this point I'm unsure of what the outcome will be. Several years ago Confetti's liver began to fail for some unknown reason and we were able to help it heal with the use of some specific drugs that took strain off of the organ so it could function easier. I'm hoping we can do the same for Castor, but I'm concerned that any new drugs will greatly upset the delicate balance his guts need to work properly. For example the old vet and I added an antihistamine to his routine to deal with his apparent allergy to the dust in this house's furnace. The poor kitty had been wandering around with half-closed eyes and sneezing his little nose off. Once we added the new medicine we suddenly had a bright-eyed kitty who was much more himself but whose tummy and guts were less than pleased.

In case you're wondering, we're not changing vets because FH and I are upset with the old one. It's because the old vet is located 10 miles east of our rental house which will become 25 miles south of home once we move. The new vet is only 3 miles southwest of the new house. Location, location. The new vet also happens to be a cat-specific clinic and has quite a bit of diagnostic equipment at their disposal. So today Castor and I are going to drive the 17 extra miles to the new vet's office and hopefully get some good news.

I will update this post once I know more. We won't be leaving here until around noon our time, which is two hours away.

**UPDATE**

We are waiting on bloodwork to run. Castor did very well at the new vet and won himself some new fans there. :-)