Cammie is not responding as I had hoped after taking the Clavamox. In fact, she seems worse. It may be that her body simply dislikes the medicine and rejects it.
After a very early morning that promised improvement – she ate a small soft-food breakfast – Cammie began throwing up. She would eat or drink nothing, but vomited five times throughout the day; some of it has been pinkish with blood. She did consent to eat a very small amount an hour ago, but threw it up again a few minutes later. The same fate was suffered by some water I put into her by syringe. I won’t offer any more food to her until morning.
I called the animal hospital this evening, after hours. Fortunately, they have an emergency answering service and an on-call doctor. She advised me not to give Cammie any more Clavamox, and would report the situation to Cammie’s doctor in the morning. That veterinarian will then contact me.
Another cat I know of could not tolerate Clavamox, but could take clindamycin. I don’t know if that medicine will be suggested. Whatever the prescription, I hope it helps my princess. She is having a rough time right now. She hid for much of the day, but I managed to coax her out from behind the library’s bookcases by lying on my back and patting my chest. It took five minutes of encouragement, but she came out and lie on me, purring weakly. After that, she spent some time by the open window and is now on her favourite cat-tree, snoozing. I think that being out with the rest of us, and getting fresh air, is better than hiding, if only psychologically (and maybe just better for me.)
The heat that has been oppressing southern Alberta for a few days (37° Celsius (98.6° Fahrenheit)) has relented, and we had a thunderstorm tonight. The cats were frightened but it cooled the apartment, and a fresh breeze is keeping things pleasant. I feel that that too is good for Cammie.
Tomorrow will bring another consultation with the veterinarian. With luck, Cammie won’t need to visit the hospital again, and I can pick up some better medicine for her on my own. A haughty and healthy princess is what I want for my weekend.