Frodo part 2

Wednesday
I came in to check on the animals and Frodo just looked miserable. I picked him up and he didn’t move, pull back, or even make a noise. I wrapped him in a towel and took him into the office. When our vet came in she asked if he had eaten anything and when I said no she ran next door and bought two cans of tuna. We opened one and he sniffed it but wouldn’t get up on his own to eat it. So we just moved it and he licked it but wouldn’t take any bites, if I put a chunk in his mouth he wouldn’t chew it he would just swallow it. The vet tried calling the rescue again and left another message, she then went and got the pill bottles that his pills came in and called that vet to get a copy of his records. Just after that the rescue lady called back and when the vet asked about his temperament she told her just responded with “well I’ll just come pick him up” and wouldn’t answer the question she also didn’t like that we had called the other vet to get his history. That was when she said she had to go pick up abandoned kittens and she would be there in the afternoon to pick up Frodo.

After that we received his record and from reading it not only had the “foster home” had him for more than a year they had moved him with them from Florida, he had been on one of his meds for over a year and the other one for 8 months. They had tried to take him off the meds but he started spraying again and back on the meds he would go. Once they realized that he still had a testicle they should have shifted his treatment from inappropriate urination to retained testicle, with the spraying/marking of a sexually mature male. At the end of the record it had “owner says Frodo will be neutered by a friend”. This doesn’t sound like a rescue cat, it sounds like crazy rescue lady was trying to pull one over on us and get a free neuter on a cat that was in no condition to be a candidate by claiming he was a rescue. Frodo also had trouble keeping his eyes open, the vet had her class do an eye stain to look for lesions and he had one in his right eye. They also gave him subcutaneous fluids. For the rest of the afternoon Frodo came with me everywhere, I had him on a board that I carried him on and would syringe feed him in between whatever I was doing. At 2 and she still hadn’t picked him up I made a space on the floor in the office where I had Frodo on my lap and I could study/do homework for my classes. We sat there for a few hours and at one point I realized that he was purring, I couldn’t hear him but I felt it. The idea of sending him home with the people who let him get into this state really angered me. I am convinced that his “favorite towel” wasn’t his favorite, Frodo just didn’t have the strength/energy move once he was on it. We joked about ways to keep them from taking him. I just didn’t trust these people, he didn’t become underweight and almost catatonic in the 3 days that we had him. I stayed at school until 6pm waiting for him to get picked up. I wanted to just bring him home, but I left him and that was one of the hardest things to do. I called my husband and cried, I wanted Frodo so bad. Yes I wanted to keep him as a “forever” pet, but more than that I wanted to take him, make him better, learn his real personality and then see him in to a good home mine or otherwise. It killed me to think that wasn’t going to be what was going to happen to him.