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dodger_sister) wrote2011-09-21 10:56 pm
dodger_sister) wrote2011-09-21 10:56 pm
Like It's Getting Paid For It.
That’s how hard my week has sucked. (My subject line will probably be the only witty thing you’ll find herein, just fyi). I will now be emo and drink my coffee.
I took Papa Bear to the vet on Monday because he had suddenly refused to eat. He used to beg for a snack all the time and he stopped doing that. He needs the extra snacks because of his digestion problem. So I got him wet food and heated it up and that worked for a few days and then he just stopped eating all together. The vet was also alarmed at how unvocal he was, though he did slap the vet in the face for prodding at him. (Usually Papa has things to say about his displeasure, he has a foul language problem, guess he got that from me). The vet said he was also anemic and mildly dehydrated. They kept him for fluids and to run blood work.
It turns out it is his kidneys. They have kept him all week for fluids and basically what is kitty-dialysis. Now the thing is, sometimes cats get kidney problems because they aren’t eating. Or sometimes they stop eating because they have kidney problems. Idk which one this is - the cause or the effect.
The vet is hopeful based on how much more responsive Papa was today (but I had to go there myself yesterday to get him to eat for me, because he wouldn’t eat at all for them). The big thing right now is that he lost so much weight this last month. I kind of know nothing more atm. He may be fine with at-home injections. He may need to go get dialysis once a week - which brings into account the decision of can I afford it, can I actually manage to get him there every week since I myself don’t drive and is it worth it to put him through it? Or the treatment may not have worked at all and this is all a moot point. None of you will believe that in 33 years, I have never had to put an animal to sleep before - even counting my childhood pets, a total of something like 10 cats and 3 dogs and they all died naturally. (Unless my parents were lying to me about what happened to Barney).
They redo the blood work on Monday, so we’ll know then if the treatment worked. He can come home tomorrow, so I’ll at least get to spend the next weekend with him before any decisions have to be made. As you can imagine, I feel like shit and am just trying not think about it.
My mother is being a passive-aggressive crazy person as well, and I could try to explain but it would make this post really long and I don’t have the energy. But right now, while I am dealing with this stuff with Papa, I don’t need to also have to argue with my mom over bullshit. And my great aunt died this week too. I didn’t really know her - I met her a few times when I was younger - but she was the last of my grandma’s sisters and now all of those ladies are gone and that is kind of sad to me.
Next time I will talk about TV, I swear. Though, the way I am feeling about my shows currently, it may not be anymore uplifting of a post. Let me cheer you up -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liptonrm made this post of vid recs for this awesome collection of vids that she showed to me recently and it is, well...awesome. If you watch nothing else, watch the last one on the list - Dance Across The Floor for “Scrubs” - it will make your heart happy...Dance Party Vid Show.
I took Papa Bear to the vet on Monday because he had suddenly refused to eat. He used to beg for a snack all the time and he stopped doing that. He needs the extra snacks because of his digestion problem. So I got him wet food and heated it up and that worked for a few days and then he just stopped eating all together. The vet was also alarmed at how unvocal he was, though he did slap the vet in the face for prodding at him. (Usually Papa has things to say about his displeasure, he has a foul language problem, guess he got that from me). The vet said he was also anemic and mildly dehydrated. They kept him for fluids and to run blood work.
It turns out it is his kidneys. They have kept him all week for fluids and basically what is kitty-dialysis. Now the thing is, sometimes cats get kidney problems because they aren’t eating. Or sometimes they stop eating because they have kidney problems. Idk which one this is - the cause or the effect.
The vet is hopeful based on how much more responsive Papa was today (but I had to go there myself yesterday to get him to eat for me, because he wouldn’t eat at all for them). The big thing right now is that he lost so much weight this last month. I kind of know nothing more atm. He may be fine with at-home injections. He may need to go get dialysis once a week - which brings into account the decision of can I afford it, can I actually manage to get him there every week since I myself don’t drive and is it worth it to put him through it? Or the treatment may not have worked at all and this is all a moot point. None of you will believe that in 33 years, I have never had to put an animal to sleep before - even counting my childhood pets, a total of something like 10 cats and 3 dogs and they all died naturally. (Unless my parents were lying to me about what happened to Barney).
They redo the blood work on Monday, so we’ll know then if the treatment worked. He can come home tomorrow, so I’ll at least get to spend the next weekend with him before any decisions have to be made. As you can imagine, I feel like shit and am just trying not think about it.
My mother is being a passive-aggressive crazy person as well, and I could try to explain but it would make this post really long and I don’t have the energy. But right now, while I am dealing with this stuff with Papa, I don’t need to also have to argue with my mom over bullshit. And my great aunt died this week too. I didn’t really know her - I met her a few times when I was younger - but she was the last of my grandma’s sisters and now all of those ladies are gone and that is kind of sad to me.
Next time I will talk about TV, I swear. Though, the way I am feeling about my shows currently, it may not be anymore uplifting of a post. Let me cheer you up -
liptonrm made this post of vid recs for this awesome collection of vids that she showed to me recently and it is, well...awesome. If you watch nothing else, watch the last one on the list - Dance Across The Floor for “Scrubs” - it will make your heart happy...Dance Party Vid Show.
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This makes me wish I was in the same city so I could ferry you to the vet. I have guilt over my kitties. Lingering, lingering guilt. And also much missage.
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I finally found someone who is able to help with the cat and getting him to vet! Mostly the problem is that some people who were helping me got jobs/school now and my one aunt now lives with my mom, which means I can't call there without getting into a fight with my mother (who keeps yelling at me about even considering putting my baby to sleep, like I need that guilt). But I found someone who gets out of work by 4 every day and also they said Papa can have his injections at home too, so...YAY!!
I am sorry you still have guilt over your kitties. I know my sister does over her cat she lost last year and I do over a cat I had years ago. I think some things just hit us like that.
I wish you lived closer too, bb, for lots of reasons!! We would have so much fun together.
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I think when a cat --any pet, really-- becomes so totally intertwined with our lives, there's no way not to miss them. At least for two of them, I was holding them when they died. Bittersweet comfort, that. For the first one, I was out of the state when she died, and I'm still not okay with that.