

And so, I very much disappeared from the radar since August 7. It was on this date that my ferret fell ill with an unknown disease. Of the symptoms, he had only a lack of appetite, lethargy and he did not walk much. At first I thought that the problem was a very strong heat outside, but by the evening he still did not eat. I quickly wrote to my veterinarian at whom he was observed for all his three years of life. Marshmallow had never been sick before, so it was difficult for me to understand what to do with him. I thought he just had a stomach ache. And I went to buy medicines at the pharmacy, but he didn't get better...
From August 8 to August 13, I traveled around the huge city every day in the hope of doctors who would be able to tell what was wrong with him. I was at the reception of four of the best doctors in the capital and still each of them said that "I can't say exactly what's wrong with him." And the problem of his diagnosis lay in the most obvious, he has completely perfect tests. Yes, he has a perfect blood and biochemistry test, he has a perfect X-ray on which no one saw injuries, fractures or hernias. Nothing was found on the ultrasound of the abdominal cavity as well. One of the doctors recommended to do a CT scan of the spine to exclude the problem with the vertebrae (because of this, he does not walk but crawls). CT was very expensive, but we signed up on the first possible day. And again...nothing. His bones and spine are in perfect order... But I can see how badly he feels. He was not on his own and I fed him from a syringe.
After I went to another recommended clinic, at that time I had already spent more than $ 400 on all his examinations (and a huge amount of tears and nerves). I had no hopes that something could be done. How can it be that all the recommended doctors for exotic animals each say "I can't say exactly what's wrong with him".... the fifth doctor found that there is no sensitivity in the shoulder blades and neck. Considering that there are no injuries and all the bones are in perfect order, she allowed the possibility that the problem is in the nerve. But nerve endings can be detected on an MRI, it is dangerous to do this, because his condition was assessed as "medium-severe" and he had already survived anesthesia when he had a CT scan. Therefore, she prescribed him 5 injections based on painkillers, vitamins and recovery. Since yesterday (August 13) I saw that he really gets better after 4 days of injections (they need to be injected for three more days). He began to EAT on HIS OWN and even run around the apartment a little. After yesterday's examination at the clinic of the fifth doctor, she finally became convinced that this is a problem in neurology and he is not dying. She assured me that everything would be fine and the area on his shoulder blades was already becoming sensitive. After three days, his treatment will be changed to another and prescribed vitamins that will be very difficult to get from France, but it is possible.
For all these days, it seems to me that I have aged 10 years from how unhappy I was, and that I spend a lot of money on examinations to hear "according to the tests, he is completely healthy."
I will be glad of any financial support, because I don't have much money left for life and medicines for him. I have already placed an order for vitamins and additional ampoules.
Out of all this trash, I was sad that I bought him a suspension for $ 30 and used it once. Because the injections I give him are not compatible with this suspension... т_т at the moment, his last doctor allows any outcome of events with a neurotic. An accurate diagnosis cannot be made without an MRI, but there are no guarantees that an MRI will not be the same ideal. Therefore, every doctor was guessing on the coffee grounds (figuratively) what can be with him. In part, he was like a guinea pig where he was injected with a lot of injections and doctors looked to see if there were improvements, if not, it means not that.
I'll attach some photos here. I don't have many of them because I thought about photography the least. Every morning I was afraid to go to him and see that he was no longer breathing.
https://sun9-60.userapi.com/impg/oV.....amp;type=album
https://sun9-34.userapi.com/impg/vZ.....amp;type=album
https://sun9-13.userapi.com/impg/t5.....amp;type=album
https://sun9-45.userapi.com/impg/3L.....amp;type=album
https://sun9-40.userapi.com/impg/us.....amp;type=album (this is a CT scan of his vertebrae)
I express my gratitude to my friend, who immediately helped me pay for his medications, CT scans and trips to hospitals. Without his help, I would definitely have been left without any means of livelihood

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* hugs* thank you. I have already fucked the loss of a pet. I really love animals and can't imagine my life without a pet at home. I prayed to God every day that he would get better. He was lying on my lap and I whispered to him that I promise never to call him a white rat. I jokingly called him that when he specifically went to the toilet not in the tray but on the floor..
it would be ironic if he went on the mend not because of the drugs, but because of my promise not to call him that as a joke anymore.
it would be ironic if he went on the mend not because of the drugs, but because of my promise not to call him that as a joke anymore.
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