Monday

Some sound meant to convey some sort of emotion.

My cat Lily is sick. Kind of very, as it turns out. "... but not hopeless," the vet added. Which does not help at all.

She has an infection in her kidneys. The best guess we have is that bacteria from her mouth (she's had chronic gum infections since we scooped her up as a malnourished kitten) moved around through her bloodstream, and landed there. She also has an enlarged heart, which has nothing to do with that. Just for kicks, I guess.

Right now she's in the kitty hospital, where she will be at least until Wednesday while they give her broad spectrum IV antibiotics. They're doing some cultures to see if a more specific antibiotic should be used. Tomorrow they will ultrasound her kidneys and her heart. All this is just as expensive as it sounds. I hate that this is even a factor, but there you go.

I think I'm burned out on pets. I can't keep on loving them if they're going to keep dying. And, as a certain Fountain of Gold noted, cats die. They don't even live very long.

Not that anything is certain right now. I mean, she could be fine. It's possible. I'm just very freaked out because I thought I would have years until I had to think about this. At least it's not cancer this time.


P.S. Please feel free to continue to give me hair advice.

3 comments:

Mindi Scott said...

I'm sorry to hear about Lily. I hope the ultrasound gives you some reassuring news.

Jess said...

I'm sorry that Lily is sick. {{hugs}}

Kirk said...

Oh no. I'm really sorry, we'll be pulling for Lily. I know every situation is different, but when Pascoe had his medical drama last year, they really prepared us for the worst, and it turned out much better than that. So I think if they're professional, they have to tell you about worst case scenarios. And yeah, we know about the expensive factor too.

Here's hoping Lily is back home and feeling better soon.