My name is Karen Mitchell.
Four months ago, I thought I was doing everything right.
I live in Portland with my husband Matt and our 13-year-old tabby, Lily.
Hill's k/d prescription food. Sub-Q fluids every other day. Water bowls in every room. Extra water mixed into every meal. I was being a responsible cat parent.
Or so I thought...
That's why when Lily started refusing her food on a Wednesday night, I almost ignored it.
It was so subtle I nearly missed it.
Lily sniffed the bowl, took one bite, and walked away. Then did it again at dinner.
"She's just being picky," I told Matt. "She'll eat in the morning."
But by Thursday night, Lily hadn't touched anything. Not the prescription food. Not the Fancy Feast I mixed in. Not even the Churu I squeezed onto the plate as a last resort.
By Friday morning, she was wobbly on her feet.
I hopped in my car and went straight to the emergency vet.
The emergency vet's words hit me like a truck: Severe muscle wasting. Dangerously low body weight.
"CKD cats can decline rapidly once the wasting reaches this point," Dr. Lin said as her team started IV fluids.
Four hours and $4,200 later, Lily was stable.
But then Dr. Lin said something that changed everything:
"This didn't happen overnight. The real cause isn't her kidneys failing faster. It's that her body stopped digesting food months ago."