March Sucks

So far it hasn't been very good. Thank you for all the kind words on my bunny Buttercup this week, they meant a lot. Losing him was sad, but expected and I am OK with it.

I had planned to post some WIPs and FOs today, but I can't manage happy just now. There is no happy in my world today. This sky is about as bleak as I am today. I probably won't blog for a while, until I have some news.

My dear Reggae cat hadn't been feeling well this week. I attributed it to a hairball he couldn't eliminate, as he was showing the classic signs, (you cat people know, I won't detail) so I treated him with the medicine, and hoped he'd get it up. His appetite decreased since Tuesday night and by Thursday had diminished: yesterday, he ate nothing, but still threw up liquid and bile, was lethargic and just not himself. I (2nd time this week for pet advice--glad she's a vet tech) called my sister-in-law last night, and she said to call first thing to see if Dr. Hudson wanted to see him. Possibly he swallowed something? I was hoping, that or a hairball. They can do surgery for that. I called and was told so bring him in , so I had to give him the sedative so he'd be semi-capable of being examined without going wild. Reggae has a temper around strangers, to say the least. The car ride to the vet was quiet, and that's not Reggae, even with a sedative.

Blood was drawn, results inconclusive but did show some anemia. X-rays were taken, didn't show if there was a blockage but for some blurring, but an ultrasound could better tell. He was a little dehydrated, and his gums were pale. Concerns are possible kidney, possible pancreatitis. I was advised to take him to the specialty hospital asap so they could start him on fluids and run further tests. My SIL forewarned me, that it being a weekend, I might have to do that, but when Dr. Hudson told me so, reality sank in that I might lose my Reggae. I am not ready for this! So, up we went. I am not giving up hope because I haven't heard anything yet. Leaving him there broke my heart. I asked how they deal with a "mean cat", do they keep them sedated? The vet said no, but they deal with it. He was so stoned on the ace and being sick that he was able to be examined by both vets with only some growling and a little hissing. But he is in the best place for treatment right now. The people there were very nice, and I liked the vet I was assigned.

I am going to focus my energy now on some knitting, and put some hope into each stitch.

Good vibes and prayers are needed, so when you say goodnight tonite, send some light up for Reggae, please?