Vets and animal hospitals, especially of the emergency over-night kind, are especially depressing places. Not only is your own pet sick, but you can read the grief, sadness and worry on the faces of all of the other 'waiting to talk to the doctor' denizens.
Cleo is checked in to an oxygen bar (well, cubicle) until we can pick her up at 6:30 tomorrow and transfer her to another hospital with a respiratory specialist.
Hey--hope Cleo is OK!
transferred Cleo out of an emergency vet hospital to a respiratory specialist this morning at 6:30 (who turned out to be a spectacularly kind and competent doctor, which was worth finding). After ruling out several things, he suggested neurological problems, tumors, meningitis, or other evil afflictions. Tomorrow at 7 am we drive to the 'burbs to have an appointment with a neurological specialist, and either find a cause of action, or.... cry a lot.
Ah, dammit. A friend locally went through similar stuff with his kitty last year, and finally found a holistic vet who fixed her up. Best of luck.
Poor kitty! I hope she's OK.
Seth,
I don't know what it is about emergency vet clinics, but they make me blanch more than being in any hospital waiting room.
I hope everything with Cleo's visit to the neurologist went well.