BAndit (An Update)
Yesterday, Sheila came home from work and Bandit wasn't moving, clearly dehydrated. Brought her to the vet, and she thought it was over. He did the subcutaneous IV and she rallied. Came home ate a few times and slept well.
The vet had us bring her back in this morning. She spent the day there on an IV.
She came home, ate a lot, drank a lot and curled up on Sheila's lap and slept. When we tried to feed her at 11m she could barely move again. It also looks like she may have peed on the couch while sleeping. She's again very lifeless, weak.
It could (again) be the time at the vet taking a toll on her. Or, it could be the end coming.
Hard to say, this is not the fourth time in five days I was afraid she wasn't going to make it. Sheila's scared too, she went into a cleaning frenzy after we tried to feed her at 11. This is what she does when she's REALLY upset.
So as always, I turned to music to help me process my emotions.
I came up with:
"These tears I've cried.
I've cried a thousand oceans.
And if it seems I'm floating in the darkness
Well, I can't believe that I would keep,
Keep you from flying;
And I would cry a thousand more
If that's what it takes to sail you home,
Sail you home.
Sail you home."
Tori Amos. "!000 Oceans"
Kinda sums it up well. I can't believe I would keep her from moving on just for my own needs. And I'll cry with all my heart in mourning if that's what's best for her. I love her too much not to.
As The Quiet Beatle said, "All things must pass, none of life's strings can last."
I just can't stand the suffering. If she could get better, have a decent life for a while, great. But this? This is just breaking my heart.
The vet had us bring her back in this morning. She spent the day there on an IV.
She came home, ate a lot, drank a lot and curled up on Sheila's lap and slept. When we tried to feed her at 11m she could barely move again. It also looks like she may have peed on the couch while sleeping. She's again very lifeless, weak.
It could (again) be the time at the vet taking a toll on her. Or, it could be the end coming.
Hard to say, this is not the fourth time in five days I was afraid she wasn't going to make it. Sheila's scared too, she went into a cleaning frenzy after we tried to feed her at 11. This is what she does when she's REALLY upset.
So as always, I turned to music to help me process my emotions.
I came up with:
"These tears I've cried.
I've cried a thousand oceans.
And if it seems I'm floating in the darkness
Well, I can't believe that I would keep,
Keep you from flying;
And I would cry a thousand more
If that's what it takes to sail you home,
Sail you home.
Sail you home."
Tori Amos. "!000 Oceans"
Kinda sums it up well. I can't believe I would keep her from moving on just for my own needs. And I'll cry with all my heart in mourning if that's what's best for her. I love her too much not to.
As The Quiet Beatle said, "All things must pass, none of life's strings can last."
I just can't stand the suffering. If she could get better, have a decent life for a while, great. But this? This is just breaking my heart.