Dexter was diagnosed with Hyperthyroidism in March 2018 by my local vet . He had the highest level’s they had seen to date at the practice. Now, probably like all of you who will read this – Dexter is my baby, we rescued him when he was 2 and he has been with us for 10 years since. He had changed significantly, lost a lot of weight, increased heartbeat and had become very erratic. The vet offered me two options – Thyroidectomy or the Radio-iodine treatment . Having researched both thoroughly we opted for the Radio-iodine, reluctantly I may add due to the location of the centre and the long car drive and the length of time he would be in the centre and the aftercare. I need not have worried, I was given advice for helping him with the journey and during the admission appointment, the team at HCC asked lots of questions about Dexter including what his favourite food was etc.
In May, Dexter underwent the treatment and I collected him 10 days later, and when Andrew (the vet) told me he had been cured I couldn’t believe it! (I think I cried!) – All through the process the support, advice and the aftercare has been outstanding – the centre treated Dexter as if he were their own – he gained many admirers and friends. The aftercare was hard but it was 4 weeks which is nothing compared to the years ahead I have with him, and now it seems like a lifetime ago – he is back to his normal chubby cuddly self – it’s like he is a youngster again – I cannot believe the success. If you are considering this treatment then I cannot recommend it enough – the team at The Hyperthyroid Cat Centre have been a life saver and I cannot thank them enough for fixing my baby boy.
Oscar was found sitting lost in the snow outside a factory in Gateshead at the start of March 2018.
Oscar Pre RIT
He was taken to a vet who recommended that he was put to sleep as he had kidney failure but another friend recognised that he was possibly Hyperthyroid and a second vet confirmed this. After a successful online funding appeal, enough money was raised for Oscar’s treatment at The Hyperthyroid Cat Centre so, together with Herbie (Oscar’s cat friend!) he travelled to HCC for treatment. Oscar’s owners say ‘If you have any doubts about the treatment offered for cats, please compare the before photo with the others, the latter were taken last week’.
First Day at home after RIT
HCC celebrates Oscar’s second chance at life and are thrilled he is cured and now living the dream with his own FaceBook page, he is quickly becoming a superstar!
**CAT No. 1000** – We are proud to announce that Little Cookie went home yesterday cured of Hyperthyroidism. Cookie is the 1000th cat treated at our Centre – a real milestone for ‘breaking down barriers to radio-iodine’.
Well, I should say I used to be hyperthyroid Holly. The words tumble so nicely off the tongue and impress all the neighbourhood cats, so I still use it – even though I am now all cured and well again after radio-iodine treatment at The Hyperthyroid Cat Centre. As you will soon see, I may not have opposable thumbs but I am just as skilled with the keyboard as I am with the mouse!!! Well, rather I yell until I make myself understood by my Mummy. You don’t think I would do all the work myself do you? No, rather I like to watch and supervise.
Myself as a kitten!
My real adventures started when I was diagnosed as hyperthyroid and the vet told my Mummy my best chance of recovery was radio-iodine treatment – but that meant I had to go away from home for a while. I had not been away from Mummy for more than 7 days in my entire life of 13 years, while Mummy once went on ‘holiday’ – though she soon realised no ‘holiday’ was complete without me and my sister. After a great deal of thought, and phoning around a lot of different places, my Mummy decided on The Hyperthyroid Cat Centre in Wetherby. They could offer the shortest time I had to be away from home, and had no waiting list. Mummy wanted me cured asap so she packed my favourite bed, a blanket, some catnip and toys, my favourite food(!) and even bought a new covered litter tray (which I didn’t need in the end) – as of course none of these items would be able to come home with me as they would be radioactive.
It was very nice there with kind people, but oh how I missed my Mummy, my home and even my sister – though don’t tell her I said that! When I did come home 7 days later I was radio-active. Yes – just like Spider-Man!
My Mummy wanted to keep me locked up in the spare room (as if!). I waited until she was asleep, jumped up and clinging precariously to the door handle, after swinging my body as if on a trapeze – I managed to open the door all by myself. I then went into the bedroom, aiming to have a nice nap on her chest, including giving her a pleasant surprise of her favourite sandpaper kisses. Instead she screamed when I jumped onto the bed, as unfortunately she was reading and not fast asleep at all. Worrying about me no doubt. Anyway, I was unceremoniously carted back to the spare room, where – according to my sister – she tied the door handle to the banisters with a piece of string so it would not open inwards. Grrrrrr. The cheek. The next day there was even a lock on the door like I was some kind criminal – a cat burglar maybe?
As all cats know, patience is a virtue and I had my revenge the very next day when I caught a spider! Having turned my nose up at the salmon she had poached for me that morning (in milk not water), I deigned to eat a little roast chicken instead – followed by a nice plump spider for dessert. I wondered – a radioactive spider bit Spider-Man and gave him super-powers. What would happen to the spider if I ate it then regurgitated it (still alive)?
You will be pleased to know the experiment was a partial success. My thinking was correct, and I was indeed right that the spider was now radioactive, though Mummy spoilt the fun by promptly donning her marigolds and squashing the spider with kitchen towel. Boooo. I didn’t see if it would turn into errr Spider-Cat after all. Mummy then carefully put the poor dead spider into the bin of radioactive waste where she keeps things I have apparently ‘contaminated’. My litter tray contents go down the toilet, but everything else goes into this bin for storage for 6 weeks until it is not longer radio-active. There are even some videos on the website which you can watch to see all about marigolds, and storage bins.
Well that was enough excitement for one day, so I settled down for a nice snooze in the comfy new bed Mummy had bought me. I will update you on my further adventures soon!