Slightly less grim news.
Thank you all for all your support and sweet remarks. It's been heartening. I can't thank everyone individually, but I appreciate every single comment.
Tazendra's bloodwork yesterday came back better than we expected, which means her liver is still more or less doing its job. It's just not doing it very well. I don't think she feels very different, as she is still eating normally and lurking normally and breathing in my face normally, and I hope that continues to be the case until we can learn more.
She's getting an ultrasound on Monday, for which they will have to shave an armpit. Cute!
The biggest problem so far -- you are all going to think I am cruel and petty for saying this, but it's true -- is that if we don't know what's wrong with her, I can't make fun of her for it.
You long-time readers will understand that my love for my cats is unquestionable, and that this is just how I deal with things. I make fun of my pets, and will do so even when they are very ill. It doesn't mean I love them any less, and they are happier when I am laughing and happy.
It has given me even more acute appreciation for all the things she does that are unique to her. All those heartbreaking silly little things that combine to make an animal more than just someone's pet. The list of things that you could make about anyone you love, whether that's a partner or a friend or a child, that enchant you and would bore anyone else to a messy death. Like how she will tug at my sleeve like a little child to get my attention, and the particular way she twitches her tail in indignation. The way she roots around, trying to get into the closet, grunting like a truffle-pig the whole time. The way her misaligned eyes catch the light at different angles and, more than any other feature, make her look like my cat.
She is still very much herself. It helps, even as it's painful to not know whether I'm going to get another couple of years or only a couple of months. I suck at not knowing things.
I am hoping the ultrasound shows something useful, even if it shows something very bad. The next step after that is probably exploratory surgery, and I'm not at all sure that doing that to her would be helpful in any way.
Etsy update tomorrow!
Tazendra's bloodwork yesterday came back better than we expected, which means her liver is still more or less doing its job. It's just not doing it very well. I don't think she feels very different, as she is still eating normally and lurking normally and breathing in my face normally, and I hope that continues to be the case until we can learn more.
She's getting an ultrasound on Monday, for which they will have to shave an armpit. Cute!
The biggest problem so far -- you are all going to think I am cruel and petty for saying this, but it's true -- is that if we don't know what's wrong with her, I can't make fun of her for it.
You long-time readers will understand that my love for my cats is unquestionable, and that this is just how I deal with things. I make fun of my pets, and will do so even when they are very ill. It doesn't mean I love them any less, and they are happier when I am laughing and happy.
It has given me even more acute appreciation for all the things she does that are unique to her. All those heartbreaking silly little things that combine to make an animal more than just someone's pet. The list of things that you could make about anyone you love, whether that's a partner or a friend or a child, that enchant you and would bore anyone else to a messy death. Like how she will tug at my sleeve like a little child to get my attention, and the particular way she twitches her tail in indignation. The way she roots around, trying to get into the closet, grunting like a truffle-pig the whole time. The way her misaligned eyes catch the light at different angles and, more than any other feature, make her look like my cat.
She is still very much herself. It helps, even as it's painful to not know whether I'm going to get another couple of years or only a couple of months. I suck at not knowing things.
I am hoping the ultrasound shows something useful, even if it shows something very bad. The next step after that is probably exploratory surgery, and I'm not at all sure that doing that to her would be helpful in any way.
Etsy update tomorrow!