28/10/2026
Last night. A young, dyspneic cat, gasping in the oxygen tent.
I had LITERALLY just watched a refresher webinar summing these cases up and how to diagnose and treat step by step as they always freak me out.
And suddenly nothing added up and I just felt I didn’t know what was doing.
That’s fine if it’s a limp or gastroenteritis, and you can just give symptomatic treatment while you figure s**t out.
But not when the bloody cat is deteriorating even on oxygen, and you HAVE to find a way.
Bloods, imaging, tap chest … I was so confused and slightly panicking.
As I have no pride, I shared images with colleagues (thank you, angels looking at your phone after midnight), but for some reason their feedback just didn’t feel right.
So I went down one route, which involved throwing the whole kitchen sink at him, and this morning he was marginally better.
I handed over to the day team, and felt more or less in control.
Then during the day I got more feedback from peers that just saw the images and were trying to help.
And I went spiraling into self doubt again.
Normally I’d wait a bit before telling you about a difficult case.
But I want to share how it is to be in the middle of one of those cases that makes you feel out of control and like everything you do is probably not the right thing.
There’s a constant nagging feeling of disaster looming, and a knot in my stomach.
I’m fully aware of how I’m feeling, and I know it will pass.
I know it doesn’t really mean I’m a terrible, useless vet.
I know the owner won’t hate me and blame me, because I literally told him I wasn’t sure and I was trying everything.
And hopefully my lovely day colleagues have figured something out today and either corrected my mess and made him better, or confirmed my suspicion - and made him better. Or ended his suffering.
I’m sharing MY mess, so you can see you’re not alone in feeling like this sometimes.
And it doesn’t mean you’re a bad vet. It’s just the live version of “you’re not perfect and can’t get everything perfect every time”.