Thank you. Papa Bear seems to be doing a little better. He is eating again, so that is something. We aren't giving up yet and hopefully his kidney functions will continue to get better. Stiil, it is hard to watch your cat get older.
I had a dog named Barney actually. A black lab. He was getting older and the neighbors got a new puppy and the two dogs got loose together one day. The neighbor's puppy came back, but Barney never did. I think I was about seven at the time.
Is "The Tenth Good Thing About Barney" about a cat? Because I also have a cousin-in-law named Barney. ;)
Part of the problem with my mom is that she just had hernia surgery and she keeps having reoccurring problems with hernias. So I don't want her taking my cat to the vet because she shouldn't be lifting him. But she lives with my aunt and every time I try to call my aunt to ask her to take Papa to the vet...my mom answers and then just yells at me about how I'm not asking her do it. No matter how many times I say that I don't want to have my cat and my mom in the hospital the same week because she gets another hernia from lifting him. So now I can't ask my aunt for help anymore either without getting into a fight with my mom, which is not what I need while my cat is so sick.
Why are families so crazy? Thanks for the support though, bb. Sorry to spew all over you.
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Date: 2011-09-28 02:26 am (UTC)I had a dog named Barney actually. A black lab. He was getting older and the neighbors got a new puppy and the two dogs got loose together one day. The neighbor's puppy came back, but Barney never did. I think I was about seven at the time.
Is "The Tenth Good Thing About Barney" about a cat? Because I also have a cousin-in-law named Barney. ;)
Part of the problem with my mom is that she just had hernia surgery and she keeps having reoccurring problems with hernias. So I don't want her taking my cat to the vet because she shouldn't be lifting him. But she lives with my aunt and every time I try to call my aunt to ask her to take Papa to the vet...my mom answers and then just yells at me about how I'm not asking her do it. No matter how many times I say that I don't want to have my cat and my mom in the hospital the same week because she gets another hernia from lifting him. So now I can't ask my aunt for help anymore either without getting into a fight with my mom, which is not what I need while my cat is so sick.
Why are families so crazy? Thanks for the support though, bb. Sorry to spew all over you.