Just put me on auto pilot until life gets better
My cat is sick. I haven't told anybody until today. The vet's seen him, the tests came back normal. I don't know what to do. Zel's lost three or four pounds at least, he won't eat. Since the vet saw him, Zel felt better, purred and ate, then didn't, then felt better and ate, then didn't. It hurts so much, watching him do this one step forward, two steps back. I just want him better! Happy, raspy meow, getting his fuzzy butt in my face when I try to sleep, purr that could knowck trees over. I can't stand this dwelling when I can't help him! I force food into him and he hates it, and he pouts and ignores me but he needs food if he's to get better. I want him healthy, I want him to roam the house, not be segregated to the pantry because the other cats won't let him out. I want to be able to sleep with him there again. I want him happy. If he can't get better, I'd accept that, with tears and sobbing, but I'd accept it. But God, make up your mind! Either let him be well or take him Dammit! I want him not to hurt, I want him happy.