Please pray to whatever god(s) you believe or don't believe in.
Fuck my life. Instead of heading to Alec's for a much-needed day of long-missed D&D, I am home right now, frantically waiting for Alonzo's bloodwork results to come back. He's been slowly losing weight the past six months or so and he's also been drinking a lot, and therefore urinating a lot, so my mom and I just thought it was diabetes, which is not great, but something that could be dealt with. About 3 months ago the vet said he was anemic, but they had no idea why since the rest of his bloodwork (I have no idea how extensive the tests were that they ran at that time) was normal. So they put him on iron supplements and said that they'd monitor it. Well, he's still thin so my mom took him back to the vet today and he's jaundiced and his kidneys feel weird. His iron is lower than it was last time, despite the fact that he's been taking his vitamins just fine. And his energy has gone back up and he is eating well again, even though he is still drinking a lot of water, so wtf? Well, they think that he has or is pretty damn close to liver failure. We won't know for sure until tomorrow, when the real lab results come back, but it doesn't look good. It isn't like they do liver transplants for cats. And if they did I'd sell a kidney and get my eggs harvested to get it done for him.
For those of you that don't know, Alonzo is *my* cat, my little kitten, my boy. And he is only 10 years old (that's like 50 in human years, so senior, but not *that* old). And we've had to put a pet down every year for the past four years. And it has been less than a year since we had to put Cassie down for a tumor in her mouth, SO I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS. In fact, sometimes it hurts so much it is hard to breathe. Because you'd think that the annoying, pain-in-the-ass dog with congestive heart failure would have gone first, but no, the universe has to shit on me ONCE AGAIN. I don't really know what I'd do without Alonzo, can't even think about it without bursting into tears. Because he is my kitten and I haven't known a home without a cat since I was about 3 or 4. He's the last cat left in our house and I just... I don't know what to do without a cat *somewhere* that is my own.
I just... I kinda wanna just crawl into a hole and cry for a week. We'll know tomorrow if we'll have to put him down or if there is something, anything, we can do. I can only hope with ever fiber of my being that it is the latter.
For those of you that don't know, Alonzo is *my* cat, my little kitten, my boy. And he is only 10 years old (that's like 50 in human years, so senior, but not *that* old). And we've had to put a pet down every year for the past four years. And it has been less than a year since we had to put Cassie down for a tumor in her mouth, SO I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS. In fact, sometimes it hurts so much it is hard to breathe. Because you'd think that the annoying, pain-in-the-ass dog with congestive heart failure would have gone first, but no, the universe has to shit on me ONCE AGAIN. I don't really know what I'd do without Alonzo, can't even think about it without bursting into tears. Because he is my kitten and I haven't known a home without a cat since I was about 3 or 4. He's the last cat left in our house and I just... I don't know what to do without a cat *somewhere* that is my own.
I just... I kinda wanna just crawl into a hole and cry for a week. We'll know tomorrow if we'll have to put him down or if there is something, anything, we can do. I can only hope with ever fiber of my being that it is the latter.