Le sigh.
I think the best word I can come up with to describe Mike's party (which I just got home from) is 
懐かしい. (For those of you who don't speak Japanese, it indicates a feeling of wistful nostalgia) While we were sitting at the table at Harold's I was really reminded of the best times we had all around the dinner table in the caf at Bucknell... those were good times. :) It was great to see people again, especially those I haven't seen in a long time. Man, the years go by fast.
However, upon getting back to my mom's house I was confronted with two things: 1. my mom had to put Paddington to sleep today, so there is no dog around (this is not something I have a problem with, although it is always hard to see my mom cry) and 2. Alonzo, while I think he has gained a little weight, is looking more jaundiced than I last saw him. Honestly, some parts of him feel like he has put on weight, and others like he has lost weight. He certainly has been eating and drinking a lot, according to my mom. But his skin is yellower than it should be, even though he has been taking his medication every day. I am NOT happy about this. Actually, I broke into tears when I noticed it. To be brutally honest, I don't think he'll make it until Christmas. That thought makes me nauseous. Hell, every week that goes by where I don't get a phone call from my mom about him is a godsend. I actually jump to answer every one of my mom's calls now because I am so worried that it is going to be that she had to rush him to the vet and I won't get to say goodbye. I just... I don't know what I am going to do when he's gone. I think I might go looney tunes for awhile, in a really bad way. We keep losing pets so quickly. And I've already had to deal with Tweak this year... I don't think I can take much more of this. It hurts so much. I think I am going to ask my mom if she'll take him into the vet this week to rerun his bloodwork and get a checkup. I really want to get him on a scale and see if his weight has changed any. Sadly, he feels lighter when I pick him up, even though he doesn't feel as thin when I pet him. He is so very light compared to what he used to be that it scares me. Well, I should probably ask my mom to figure out how long he has been on the pills... apparently they can take up to 30 days to start having noticable effects, but I think he has been on them that long. Gods this is hard.
So the good mood I was in upon leaving the party where I got to see bunches of friends has been painfully tempered by the (sadly unsurprising) knowledge that my mom's assessments of Alonzo's condition are not exactly accurate. And that freaks me out because it means that I really can't trust her to know that something is wrong until it is way past time to do something about it. And the last thing I want happening is for Alonzo to suffer when we could have done something about it. :(
懐かしい. (For those of you who don't speak Japanese, it indicates a feeling of wistful nostalgia) While we were sitting at the table at Harold's I was really reminded of the best times we had all around the dinner table in the caf at Bucknell... those were good times. :) It was great to see people again, especially those I haven't seen in a long time. Man, the years go by fast.
However, upon getting back to my mom's house I was confronted with two things: 1. my mom had to put Paddington to sleep today, so there is no dog around (this is not something I have a problem with, although it is always hard to see my mom cry) and 2. Alonzo, while I think he has gained a little weight, is looking more jaundiced than I last saw him. Honestly, some parts of him feel like he has put on weight, and others like he has lost weight. He certainly has been eating and drinking a lot, according to my mom. But his skin is yellower than it should be, even though he has been taking his medication every day. I am NOT happy about this. Actually, I broke into tears when I noticed it. To be brutally honest, I don't think he'll make it until Christmas. That thought makes me nauseous. Hell, every week that goes by where I don't get a phone call from my mom about him is a godsend. I actually jump to answer every one of my mom's calls now because I am so worried that it is going to be that she had to rush him to the vet and I won't get to say goodbye. I just... I don't know what I am going to do when he's gone. I think I might go looney tunes for awhile, in a really bad way. We keep losing pets so quickly. And I've already had to deal with Tweak this year... I don't think I can take much more of this. It hurts so much. I think I am going to ask my mom if she'll take him into the vet this week to rerun his bloodwork and get a checkup. I really want to get him on a scale and see if his weight has changed any. Sadly, he feels lighter when I pick him up, even though he doesn't feel as thin when I pet him. He is so very light compared to what he used to be that it scares me. Well, I should probably ask my mom to figure out how long he has been on the pills... apparently they can take up to 30 days to start having noticable effects, but I think he has been on them that long. Gods this is hard.
So the good mood I was in upon leaving the party where I got to see bunches of friends has been painfully tempered by the (sadly unsurprising) knowledge that my mom's assessments of Alonzo's condition are not exactly accurate. And that freaks me out because it means that I really can't trust her to know that something is wrong until it is way past time to do something about it. And the last thing I want happening is for Alonzo to suffer when we could have done something about it. :(