Maggie is my girl. She came to me during a difficult time. I told her story (“The Rest of the Story…Maggie P. & Purrl”) not long after I started blogging. I wanted people to understand how special she is and why.
Lately, she hasn’t been quite herself. She is eating, drinking, mentoring her sisters, and otherwise very “Maggie”, but she seemed to occasionally wheeze. It seemed to be occasional, but this is not normal for Maggie. I watched her and kept an ear open for her breathing. She sleeps on my pillow at night, so it is easy to hear when she does it. In fact, that is how I noticed it initially.
I cannot go away for my Arizona Mayo Clinic trip, and have major surgery knowing “something isn’t right” with my furbabies. So this morning, when I heard it again, I decided it is not my imagination. I am not over-reacting. I am her “Mom”, and I need to make sure she is okay. Even though Dad says she’s faking it, doing for attention, is overweight (she isn’t), has sleep apnea, is just lazy & snoring…Dad just loves to harass Maggie…I loaded her into her carrier and took her in to our wonderful vet’s office.
After yelling at me the entire way there, she seemed fine while we waited. She socialized with a dachshund puppy, and some kids who thought she looked “fancy and beautiful”.
When it was her turn, she made it clear she was not impressed with the kind of attention Dr. Steve was bestowing on her. She tolerated the exam and tests, but with her usual disdain for that kind of thing. Petting and sweet-talking are appreciated and expected, probing and examining are neither.
The final diagnosis is that Maggie has asthma. We know she has allergies, and has to have her yearly shots six months apart rather than all at once. While it could be much worse, this is serious enough. I have asthma, and have had some bad experiences. Asthma is a chronic illness and can lead to other things, including death, if not monitored. Unfortunately, it can go undiagnosed or be misunderstood.
Maggie was given an anti-inflammatory injection, to settle her breathing down and stabilize it. She came home and slept the whole adventure off.
We will monitor her asthma as we do her general health. But, it goes to show you; it’s true: a mother knows when something is not right.