Our Emergency Comes To An End
There’s no other way to say this – CG finally passed the ribbon.
You may remember we had a bit of an emergency last week. CG got hold of a present’s bow that was made out of curling ribbon and swallowed a piece of unknown length.
So we waited. And waited.
Monday passed. Tuesday passed. Wednesday passed.
Every time CG used the litter box, I ran to it and went through his business. Since I didn’t know how long the ribbon was, I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss it.
By mid-week, Matt and I started to wonder if we were crazy. CG, meanwhile, was acting completely normal, if not more full of life. We *saw* him eat the ribbon. But we started to second-guess ourselves. Could he have spit it out? This ribbon should be wreaking havoc inside of him, but instead CG was acting as if everything was fine – better than fine.
At that point, Matt and I decided that I would check in with our vet on Friday to see what our options were. I wanted to find out if an x-ray would reveal anything, although I wasn’t sure if it would be able to pick up on the ribbon. I just wanted to find out if it was still in him and where.
Friday afternoon, our vet called us and recommended a two-step process. First, she said, we would give him a laxative to move things along. Then, by Monday or so, if the laxative hadn’t helped, she said we could have x-rays done. But, since the ribbon would not show up in an x-ray, they’d have to give him a certain substance that would highlight any foreign objects in his stomach, and x-ray him multiple times throughout the day as the substance worked through him.
Neither option sounded like a great idea, but as a pet parent, sometimes you just need to do what’s best for your cat.
And then it happened Friday around 5 p.m. CG used the litter box.
I went to it for the umpteenth time, ready for my umpteenth disappointment.
But there it was – tangled up with his hair in one of his, um, nuggets. I started to cry. I absolutely couldn’t believe it passed without a problem – and 120 or so hours after the fact.
Since then, thankfully, CG has continued to be just fine.
A number of you were tremendously kind and offered words of hope and prayers, and asked about CG all week. Thank you so much for everything, it really meant a great deal to us!
Oh, and yes, I did measure it (the one question all of my immediate family members asked me respectively). The ribbon was 12 inches long. Sheesh.