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?
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I am very happy to here that kitty is doing better. At 140 years old I will probably be little more than carbon dust.
Crying helps. It doesn't neccisarily make things better but it is a catharsis. My year has been fairly awful too, so if you come up with something tell me. Congrats on no cancer! It is the biggest blessing of all.
thank goodness about Holmes, not having the big C, and finally relaxing enough to let it out.
I have no clue for good advice.
good for holmes!
and sometimes we just need a cry.
my idea is to have a pizza (which i won't do, since i'm on week 4 of the south beach diet) but i can live vicariously through someone else, right?
Crying isn't so bad, depending on your brand of mascara.
Crying is good. It helps.
It's also good to go easy on yourself.
I'm so glad to hear that Holmes has turned a corner and that you don't have cancer. I'm also very, very glad that you are in my life.
I wish I could give you advice about the crying. I recently watched a couple of escapist films and bought a strange, new magazine. It sounds to me like you might benefit from having a little downtime. Might I suggest a Chris Moore book? I'm thinking that The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove might put a smile on your face.
I like to have a good cry and then write all about it. (It's been a rough year for us so far too, is there something in the air?)
Congratulations on the health news, and yay for Holmes eating again!
How about just letting go? Crying is cool, as is not having the big C, and Holmes doing well, but Monty, you don't have to carry it all, you know? What will be will be and all is for the best in the best of all possible world, as a man much wiser than me once wrote (Voltaire).
Puss
It is so good to hear the words NO CANCER.. and that the cat/child is doing better.. I hear you.. it has been a shitty year for me so far also.. You sound exhausted.. try to get some sleep…Things will improve *Ü*
You know Monty, it has just been a shitty year all way round hasn't it? And the same for so many people I know. All I can offer is focus, focus, focus on the positives; no cancer, a sweet kitty who's led a princess' life, cardinals, orioles, bluebirds, picnics on the mall and most of all, a wonderful partner.
I agree with the previous comments....sometimes you just need to let it out. I'm glad that both you and Holmes are better...
"Tears water the soul"
Just keep moving forward, one step at a time...and eventually you'll step out into the sun.......
My experiences have been that if we go thru very dark periods of our lives, the light that comes at the end is even brighter....
My wish for you: Really, really bright days ahead....
I'm so happy that you got good news..and that lil Holmes is eating again!!
Peace
Congratulations on not getting cancer! And your cat is very beautiful - such wonderful coloring! I bet she's especially soft to the touch.
I'll be the lone dissenting (sp?) voice, but crying usually ends up making me feel worse. I find that self-talk helps me--- "Holmes is better, Holmes has quality of life, I will celebrate Holmes!! I am out of the hospital, I don't have cancer, and I have a new chance at life starting today! What positive change can I do today to start off my new life?"
oh, alternatively, you could always just look at me as an example of what NOT to do!! haha.
CMHL has a good point. I guess it's good to qualify the crying bit as go ahead and let it out and then move on! Looking at the positive side of things is an excellent suggestion.
I agree
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