Sigh…

Published April 14, 2013 by Kokomo

Ok, I am not allowed to post good news anymore…

Just a while after my post yesterday, Valo had another attack. For some reason she cannot breathe through her nose anymore and she ends up gasping for air through her mouth. It’s a very disturbing sound and sight. I’ve been to the vet for this, more than once, and she has gotten 2 cures of antibiotics for it. While she’s on the cure, things are usually fine, but once she gets off it, the attacks just come back. The cause isn’t exactly clear, the vet thinks she has a small tumor in her nose, and it can congest the whole airflow. They cannot actually look for it as her tiny nose is too small to look into or even take x-rays of. If she’s really lucky, she also gets a heavy nosebleed.

Yesterday I was walking to the bathroom when I heard a snort that didn’t sound like Maarit’s snorts. I looked at the cage and saw it was Valo. When she has these attacks, I usually take her out of the cage, try to give her nosedrops and keep her calm. Yesterday, after the nosedrops, her nose quite quickly opened up, but then the bleeding began. Even still, the bleeding wasn’t too heavy, so after she had started breathing normally again, I put her back in the cage with Maarit. I did find some bloody splatters all over the cage later, but it wasn’t a heavy nosebleed.

This is a video I shot when she first started having these attacks. The vet asked me to film it so I could always show them.

When I checked on the ladies later that night, I again noticed some blood coming out of her nose. It was just a few drops again, but I couldn’t imagine her feeling good, so I gave her some painmeds and put her in the miniduna for the night. When I woke up this morning, she seemed ok again. She had completely messed up her cage, and was hiding under the fleece on the bottom, but she had eaten, pooped and drank, so I figured she felt good enough to go back to Maarit. Her furr had come back down, which is also a sign of them feeling better.

She wasn’t in the cage for more than 30 minutes when I heard her again… The poor thing had another attack. I didn’t think twice, I picked her up, gave her nosedrops and put her back in the Duna. I feel bad for robbing her of her little playmate, companion and her own safe space. But about 10 minutes after I put her in, she started breathing normally again. So I guess I am keeping her in there for another day, just to make sure she recovers from all this. And tomorrow I shall stop by the vet to get some new meds.

Here we go again….:(

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