- Jun 2
- 2 min read

So last month I wrote about Jasper heading back to the vet to see his favorite doctor and vet techs. As much as I love them also, it's the last place I want to go with Jasper knowing the diagnosis is going to cost me a pretty penny, let alone whatever prescriptions/diet changes, etc., will cost me.
First, we start with the very bougie visit - it's a Friday, and we didn't want to chance waiting till Monday for an appointment. Our trusted doctor was scheduled for surgeries all day. So we take the option of him hanging out most of the day at the vet's office in the cat section. Dr. B will do her exam, check him out, run tests, etc., between her surgeries. So he gets lots of visits from all the staff throughout the day.
I knew going in we would potentially need blood work and a more detailed ultrasound that gets sent out to the ultrasound professionals. As you can imagine, the dollar signs are going up and up and up. At drop-off, we go over the usual paperwork, I give him love, tell him to be good, and head out.
His initial exam results indicated he was healthy and happy. Moving on to the ultrasound, he gets his belly shaved for this procedure! He's accustomed to odd shaved spots due to his diabetes and the Librya tester. Meanwhile, I receive a text saying everything appears fine so far, just awaiting the ultrasound results. He's relaxing and enjoying the company of his favorite people. We receive the final diagnosis - nothing significantly wrong. His pancreatitis is simply having a flare-up, so we need to make a small dietary adjustment and add some fiber to his diet.

Just a few hundred dollars for this diagnosis, but also some comforting info: bloody poop is no longer an emergency visit for him. We just need to be aware and know that he is having a flare-up, keep an eye on it, make sure he is eating/drinking and holding a steady weight. If any of that changes, we go to the vet. Easy enough!
He's now on the most expensive diet possible: a prescription dry food costing $80+ for an 8 lb bag, $100 for prescription wet food for 24 cans (that should last us about 2 months), plus he gets Metamucil twice a day in his wet food and some sprinkled in his water.

His system is still flared up a bit—a big change from all the foods he used to eat to the new prescriptions. He no longer gets to do his "food tour" through the house, which he lets us know his disappointment in by sitting at his door and doing his biggest, loudest meows. Maybe one day the food tour will come back into play, but not anytime in the foreseeable future.
Till our tails cross again,
Mel







