Sad day.
Earlier in the week, I noticed that my 17lb cat, "Piglet" was not acting the way that "Piglet" was supposed to. Pig has certain routines and habits that you can normally set your watch by -but she didn't seem to be engaging in any of them! Hmm. A cause for alarm. Thursday morning I booked a vet appointment for Friday -and it was a good thing that I did. Piggy had dropped to 10.7lbs -a dramatic weight loss for a cat -that was almost half her body weight. Some blood tests and two x-rays later, it was determined that my wee Piggy was in the early stages of liver failure, likely due to a gall bladder issue. The option was either full-speed ahead with treatment -or, it would all be over yesterday. Piglet is only 3 years old and normally full of life. I was not prepared to make the decision to send her to that big litter box in the sky, so, full speed ahead with treatment. She remains in the hospital until they can get her to eat. Should she go the weekend without eating on her own, a feeding tube will be inserted into the stomach and I will have to nourish her via a syringe. This is going to cost me my first born -likely through to 4th born children. Wait -who am I kidding? Fourth-born? Nice try. (She said shuddering!)
Anyway, I hope she is soon on the mend. I want this little piggy to come wee wee wee all the way home. I miss her.
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