the wait continues....or...how to live on no sleep

I love my veterinarian-

She was comedically honest about her failure with Misha yesterday.

"I could give you a long list of reasons why I never got to his abdominal tap today, but.....well....bottom line is there's STILL no excuse he got forgotten"

So he spent today at the hospital. She came in on her day off JUST for him. And called me right after her doctor appointment.

No answers from the abdominal tap! oy

I think I slept about 3 hours last night. Maybe 5 the night before.

So he's set to come back to the hospital next Wednesday for an ultra-sound.




Last night I did some research and discovered that mysterious disease she mentioned last night but I couldn't understand is actually a disease I know quite a bit about-- more commonly known as FIP. A cat's life expectancy after exposure is 2-11months. I was 90ure this is what he has as it matched all his symptoms and, well, symptoms show up about 2 weeks after exposure. It can only be contracted through contact with an infected cat. And it was 2 months 2 weeks ago I last caught him roaming about the neighborhood (long story- ugh). So it all made sense.

But today the test came up with nothing! And he's perky, happy, playful and eating like a machine! (cuz machines eat a lot. and verociously. if verocious is a word. you may not know this, but they really do)

So his doctor is optimistic and I'm optimistic.

oh- did I happen to mention I love my veterinarian? She ended our call today with "ok, you've got my cell number. If there's any trouble during my days off, you know where to find me"

Misha's so lucky

and I'm luckier.

Thanks to everyone who thought good wishes for him today......we're both very lucky to know you-

I'd go on but...Misha has some more high-calorie, yummy to devour and I have a new South Park episode to watch!

where's that faith again??

So my best buddy, Misha, spent today at the hospital getting x-rays.

The doctor just called to apologize for forgetting to do an abdominal tap.

There's fluid in his abdomin.

She said this could be a syptom of disease- liver. Or some crazy, 13word disease I didn't understand coming from her lips.

I'm dropping him off..AGAIN..tomorrow to spend the day at the hospital.

She's coming in on her day off just for him (and me).

If you're reading this, could you take 30 seconds to think some good thoughts his (my) way?

He's 16 years old and never had to be on any medication other than antibiotics --- maybe 3 times in his long life? ok, and that brief need for Vita K after the rat poison scare 13 years ago.

If you've ever had a geriatric animal, this is miraculous -- him not needing medication.

So why am I complaining?

I guess G*d is forcing me to open my eyes and see the reality.

The mortality.

My best buddy is very old and may be leaving soon.

sigh