Yesterday was spent running to vets and doctors. I am pleased to report that I don't have cancer. The doctor recommended that I try to avoid stressful situations. I told him I'd work on it.
Last night, Holmes would not stop talking. All night. She still wasn't eating. It was clear she wasn't eating. We gave her three shots last night, regalin to prevent an upset stomach, one an antibiotic for her tonsillitis, and prednizone, a steroid.
Lots of people have tried to ease the pain of what will happen sooner or later with her. She's the equivalent of something like a 140 year old person. No question, she's had one hell of a run. Cats can get to be as old as 25 if kept inside and with proper health care. I/we have our hopes although having eaten rat poison in her cat food, things can get a bit dicey when other animals have been dying from the same problem. Still, this is no ordinary cat.
There was cat food everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, in the bathrooms, where she might be in the event she might decide to actually eat. She was talking, telling us she was hungry. But between the tonsillitis and the stomach, she wasn't eating. We were not sleeping.
And then, around 4 AM, she decided to eat some of the Purina chicken kitten food in the kitchen. Judy and I simply held our breath. For the next several hours, Holmes padded back and forth between the bathroom downstairs and the kitchen and munched out. She had the chicken in the kitchen and savory salmon in the bathroom. Around 7 AM, she decided she was full and went into the living room, laid down on the couch, and with a very full belly went to sleep. We got cleaned up, and at 9:00 AM she went to the vet as scheduled. She got more fluids, and vitamins, and her weight had gone up from 4.4 pounds to 4,75 pounds, which was amazing. She has turned the first corner, we all hope.
We got home, and both Judy and Holmes went to bed. Now, I have to confess here. I am normally objective, pretty quiet, kind of laid back. The insulin has put some weight on me, and two medications, mobic and actos cause my face to swell. I tend to think I look like a bald mob enforcer. I tend to foster this impression because people don't pick on me or ask me for money. But today, with both of them asleep, I just sat down and cried my eyes out. I didn't have to explain to anyone why, or what, it all just came out. This month has been terrible. This has not been a good year so far. And I have friends who are having bad times too. I had my cry, now it's time to go back to work and try to do something about it all. Anyone have a good idea?