It was early spring when our kitty's health began its slow decline. A rampant, urinary tract infection had been discovered, then, unmoved by the injectable antibiotic that had worked, two years earlier. Tiggy's hyperthyroidism, in a revised, powerful 2014 edition, was now at the center of this latest cruel intrusion into her life. This chronic 'killer' would begin to show us how truly cunning it was at killing our kitty, slowly, by literally 'eating' her to death. She weighed 8 pounds then, 2 pounds less than normal. ... (Left to die by the side of the road in winter -11 years ago - Tiggy now faced a new death threat to rival any other).
With a specialist's 'anorexic' diagnosis and inconclusive tests, we were left to deal with a medical crisis of untold dimension, whose treatment protocols seemed unclear. (Normal cells in her tiny body were acting pathogenic, I soon learned.) She'd rejected her YD prescription diet, in the canned version, earlier this year. I couldn't blame her. It looked and smelled awful. (Why can't 'they' pretend to be cats and then ask, "Would I like this crap for the rest of my hyperthyroid life?”) The YD dry version, for thyroid health, was still O.K. but rarely touched during daytime hours. (She had accepted it as a part of her night-time eating ritual.) ... A frantic search for high grade premium foods, with little or no iodine, was now underway. Getting her to eat anything to gain weight was crucial for her recovery. Raw cat food was offered, early on, in the hopes it would be the miracle cure we were looking for but, alas, after only two days, she refused it.
By the beginning of the summer, Tiggy's weight had plummeted 2 more pounds. ... She now weighed 6 pounds. Visits to my local pet store were soon becoming desperate attempts to find answers and food she could and would eat that might outsmart her hyperthyroid gland. ... She craved fish until its heinous, 'poisonous' intent was made clear: she would vomit, soon after, or the next day, its iodine content, a constant threat. Thirty types of meats dinners/dishes, within a five brand range, one organic, were tried, enjoyed, then ultimately refused. I was running out of time and 'inventory.' ... (My gut was telling me a story I did not want to hear! Was this the way it was going to end?) ... Veterinary medicine was keeping her alive, for now.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Tiggy was acting. I was reacting. Her enigma status stymied even her doctor of 11 years. ... “Give her yogurt. It aids in digestion”, was all he said that morning, in late summer of 2014, as I entered, Global Pet, the store with such friendly, helpful staff. This simple, innocuous statement of fact became a pivotal moment in my life. ... His wife then added, “If she believes that the food she is eating is making her sick, you must switch immediately.” “Cats do not like to eat food they have already touched with their saliva” I was reminded. I listened, in rapt attention, ever so mindful of what these store owners, a dynamic duo working in tandem, were saying. They had been in the pet food industry for decades and had pets themselves. They just knew and understood. Fresh water, food variety, as necessary - mostly chicken based canned, YD dry food, one layer at a time, all in very clean bowls, became my daily obsession.
By mid-September,Tiggy had lost another pound, weighing a paltry 5 pounds and facing certain death by starvation. ... Then the cavalry arrived! ... From the very beginning, we 'd been ever so fortunate to have the professional 'ear' of a family friend, 'Paul', pet owner, veterinarian, scientist, professor and forensic animal pathologist, in his ever evolving stellar career. He's the author of numerous scientific papers and handbooks on the subject of animal toxicologic pathology. Having Paul guide us through this medical mystery was both an honour, comfort and a respite from the storm. His counsel changed the focus of this medical crisis for me, in an instant. "Sometimes, antibiotics can interfere with recovery and that hydration, and probiotics -pH-, as found in yogurt, are the all-important stars in healing and recovery," Paul would remark, many times. PH is that delicate balance of gut bacteria in the body. ... We must never underestimate its profound influence on human and animal health, he would remind me!
At 5 pounds and holding, Tiggy remained sensitive to touch and temperature. It was painful for me to watch. Petting her neck was akin to touching a razor's edge; her spine, like the long protruding edge of a serrated bread knife. One morning, she went missing, momentarily. I envisioned finding her dead, having hidden under a sofa. In her fragile, weakened state, meowing was almost impossible. I wept, imagining the worst, but found her close by, waiting to be airlifted to safety. The elephant in the room, however, was still her malevolent hyperthyroid gland. I knew. She was eating but not gaining until the 'cure' arrived in an orange and white 500 gram container called Greek Yogurt. With 11 grams of protein, 9 grams of fat, this fermented dairy product was making history with Tiggy's life. She began to gain weight, as she licked this new creamy food with delight.
Yogurt is her life now, the appetizer before every meal and sometimes the meal itself. As Paul said to me more than once, “PH is often overlooked' in treatment protocols. I thought for a moment, then realized “ It is always overlooked” Laboratory results rarely concerned him. He would know. It was the overall health picture that mattered more, over time. Being a forensic-pathologist, he was faced with solving a health mystery with living tissue, a slight departure from his normal routine. "Look for Lactobacillus or Acidophilus on the label." he said. (My yogurt had one.) I had been supported by three 'experts' who guided me through a crisis, with no end in sight. They all knew! They just knew! Paul made it all make sense. I now understood: we had gone beyond conventional veterinary medicine to a place where no man had gone before. ...
Most cats would have died, I was told, and most owners would not have bothered to find a solution to the crime. By November 23, our precious little girl weighed in at a whopping 8 pounds 8 ounces, strong, playful and acting like a cat with a mission statement. Traditional treatment protocols had kept her in a perpetual holding pattern for months. ... What helped Tiggy win the race, however, was plain, high fat, Greek yogurt, with its magical, medicinal pH factor. Paul explained the profound power of PH on health. It literally changed my life and gave Tiggy back hers!!