Good afternoon felinity assembled!
Daddy took me to the vet for my first real checkup since his eye issues cropped up in November. I had lost weight from 12 to 10 lbs. and was not eating as much as I needed to.
Hey, I don't understand it either, and it's been an issue for over a year or so.
A physical check found only a heart murmur, and my arthritis had moved to now include my shoulders (Well, hell, at least I knew THAT!). No teeth issues or other outward signs of problems.
The vet suggested the next thing to try would be blood work and a urinalysis. I agreed with daddy, and so the Doc and 2 assistants put me in a blanket to help manage my, um, co-cooperativeness, and, as I cussed up a storm, they went to work to get samples.
I won't repeat what I said, here, as I don't want to encourage Elvira, or any young'uns in the readership.
Since I was in no mood to, um, perform, I had to come back another day to pee to their satisfaction. The indignity! I swear.
The upshot is, $280 later, they found no signs of diabetes, or liver disease, but my kidney values were mildly elevated showing signs of mild kidney disease. Urine was clear, and my blood pressure was a little high.
The weight loss and loss of protein might be related to inflammatory bowel disease, so to they are returning me to Prednisolone, but twice a day, and 1 Aller G-3, Omega 3 liquicap a day. All this to stimulate my appetite.
The good news is that I ain't dead, yet, and am still a reasonably active old geezer. :-D
Oh, and neither is daddy!
He got some potentially good news related to his situation, as well.
Medical Update: An interesting, Positive, Developement.