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[peemonkey]

The vets tried to give her the barium for the tests this morning, but she brought it back up too quickly so they had to abort. They did get a couple of x-rays, and in the 15 minutes that she had the barium down it moved almost all the way through her digestive system, so he wasn't suspecting a blockage, but wasn't able to perform any more tests at his office. I left work a bit before noon to pick her up and take her to the specialist that the vet referred us to. He did an ultrasound this afternoon and found no lumps, growths or inflammation, so that rules out cancer and pancreatitis. He's going to do a scope sometime tomorrow to see what he can see in her GI system, and will be getting back the results of some more blood tests. There could still be a blockage that the barium is getting through somehow, but other than that we have absolutely nothing else to go on, and that's worrying me sick.

Seeing her broke my heart. She was so happy to see me, and then I had to leave her again. When we were waiting in the doctor's office for him to come in I let her out of the carrier, and she immediately started climbing on me and wanted to sit on me. She rubbed a little bit and cried a couple of times. Her arm was all wrapped up in a bandage to keep it set up for the IV and she was kind of limping around on it. When they took her away, I was crying so much that I didn't even really get to say goodbye to her again.

Here's a picture of our kitty. Think more good thoughts for her, please.