My cat just...
...ate her own shit.
*sigh*
I think I will call my vet and make an appointment sooner rather than later to try the other drug she mentioned. Annie's been on steroids for...oh...forever (5 months???) now and her ravenous hunger has now driven her to the lowest point. I have to ask myself whether a life which is driven by a desire to eat so strong that one would resort to...ahem, recycling...is worth living? Certainly not forever, or even for very long. But, of course, the aim of all these drugs is to make Annie better, healthy again, so she can go back to her former, comfortable cat life. If that is never going to happen, leaving her in her desperate, shit-eating condition is senseless.
I remember when I found Annie as an itty-bitty kitten, I thought how strange it was that I had been inadvertently forced into a commitment to a pet that would live 15, 18, 20 or more years. (Yes, theoretically I was not "forced" to keep her. But who can bottle feed a kitten and then give her away?) I thought about how Annie would still be around when I was 40, how weird and cool that was. But now, 2 and half years later, it seems incredibly unlikely that Annie will even make it to her own 3rd birthday. Or if she does, that it will have been a good idea.
If only Annie were old, I could have her put to sleep and people could say, "Well, at least she had a wonderful life with you," and I could agree and remember her fondly. But she is young and she has not had a wonderful life yet.
*sigh*
I think I will call my vet and make an appointment sooner rather than later to try the other drug she mentioned. Annie's been on steroids for...oh...forever (5 months???) now and her ravenous hunger has now driven her to the lowest point. I have to ask myself whether a life which is driven by a desire to eat so strong that one would resort to...ahem, recycling...is worth living? Certainly not forever, or even for very long. But, of course, the aim of all these drugs is to make Annie better, healthy again, so she can go back to her former, comfortable cat life. If that is never going to happen, leaving her in her desperate, shit-eating condition is senseless.
I remember when I found Annie as an itty-bitty kitten, I thought how strange it was that I had been inadvertently forced into a commitment to a pet that would live 15, 18, 20 or more years. (Yes, theoretically I was not "forced" to keep her. But who can bottle feed a kitten and then give her away?) I thought about how Annie would still be around when I was 40, how weird and cool that was. But now, 2 and half years later, it seems incredibly unlikely that Annie will even make it to her own 3rd birthday. Or if she does, that it will have been a good idea.
If only Annie were old, I could have her put to sleep and people could say, "Well, at least she had a wonderful life with you," and I could agree and remember her fondly. But she is young and she has not had a wonderful life yet.