SKEETER:
THE MORNING: Well, I knew I hadda go back to the V-E-T again this morning. The Big Thing tole me that it was just so they could look for bad stuff in my blood again. But I really really dint wanna go. I mean 3 out of 5 days? C'mon, thats just horrible! An I'm gettin medikashuns squirted down my throat twicet a day annyway! How much must a kitty put up with?
So after I got my breakfast, I ran unner the guest beds way inna corner. The Big Thing tricked me Friday with a trail of treats, but I wasnt falling fer that THIS time. I ignored them! It WASNT easy, but I did. Well, I shoulda jus eaten the treats and got grabbed...
TBT laid onna bed (I could hear the thing squeek), but I dint know what he was gonna do. Yer not gonna beleef this, but he reached around the back of the bed an grabbed me by my back haunch an pulled me out. I figured, yeah right, ya cant lift me wif yer arm all upside down an bent. MOL!
Geez Beins are STRONG! He hadda grunt while he did it, but he lifted me right up in the air! At least he said (afterwards) that it hurt... Boo-hoo; I wasnt too happy myself. YOU try gettin lifted by the hip an see how it feels!
Then I get the medikashun squirted down my throat (and NO treats after) and shoved at the PTU. I was NOT goin in this time! I spread my legs out all ways. I got 4 legs an he only got 2 hands. He said "Skeeter, we're gonna be late"! Hey, not my problem. Efen better, if we are late, mebbe he cant take me there!
Then he said, c'mon, Skeeter, I jus wanna have the Vet take yer leg bandage off". That confoosed me fer a few laps and he was able to get me inna PTU. Ya know what? Nefer trust Beins what are usally honest; they make very good liars. He pologised fer that, and said, yeah, they were gonna take some blood, but we'll come right back home... That IS what he said the day before, so when I got to thinkin on it, I decided it wasnt too bad (bein already trapped in the PTU).
So we arrive at the vet (I'm just gonna write "vet", nasty as the werd is, cause Im seeing this guy a lot an I hafta get used ta the werd)! So I'm stuck in the PTU with no control ofer what happens, the vet comes out an says "I was thinking, we should put him on fluids again today and see what changes there were over the weekend before we do the blood tests again". Oh my sweet Bast, NO! An I hear TBT say, well, if that will help figure out the problem, OK...
GASP! What started as getting the leg bandage off, what became them stealin my blood again has suddenly become stayin all day sedated in the PTU with a tube stuck in my leg. Would someone please jus throw me unner a car fer Bast's sakes? I cant take this annymore!
Before they took me away, TBT pushed a finger inta the PTU ta rub my head a little. I preciated that, but I shoulda bit his finger. Hard! At least his eyes were leaky. I did fart though...
THE BIG THING: I need to mention that the cats get to type their own posts, but they don't actually get sent until I review them and very occasionally add comments like these. I am writing the following part...
THE AFTERNOON: The vet had some bad news. Skeeter's blood counts at the start of the day were the same as the start on Friday. Meaning that after only 3 days, they had returned to his initial condition in spite of the IV procedure. As he has been on antibiotics 4 full days, it appears that an infection is not the problem. The vet told me that Skeeter appears to have partial failure of both kidneys, though I need to continue to give him the antibiotics "in case".
The vet says I need to have Skeeter in for another IV treatment/blood test tomorrow and then again in 2 weeks to see if the reduced kidney function is stable or getting worse. If his kidney function is deteriorating, there isn't much to be done. I would be able to reduce the blood toxicity levels by daily stabbings with some fluids.
I think that, if it comes to that, I would prefer not stab my dear friend every day all the remaining days of his life just to keep him around a few more months. Skeeter is the dearest cat I have ever had, but that would be too selfish (my opinion only).
Skeeter turns 16 on Friday. There is a time to begin to let go... I recognize that Skeeter has already begun that process. He has lost the discipline of the litterbox, he stares vacantly into empty spaces for hours when he is awake, and sleeps 20 hours a day. His increasing blood toxicity is taking his mind. LC says she actually had to "help-type" most of what he "wrote" above cause she couldn't make sense of much of what he was typing. He is leaving us whether I try to prevent it or not.
I will help him to post whenever he feels up to talking about stuff, but I don't think that will be very often. Expect to see LC and Ayla doing most of the posts. They will mention any good or bad daily things about him. Any detailed medical type stuff, I will mention that myself.
I apologize that we aren't visitin our friends' blogs much lately. LC is mostly stayin near Skeeter when he seems passive (safe to be near), Ayla is a bit upset and uncertain what is going on, and I keep dripping tears on the keyboard... I need some time alone. I feel like I'm in limbo. I think I will sit down and write "Skeeter, A Life"... I have a lot of pictures and memories to go on.
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