Sick Kitty (Again)
Oct. 14th, 2002 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistlechaserSometimes I wish I was my cat. Now's not one of those times.
Often I envy that she gets to lay about the house all day and do nothing but sleep and eat and make demands of me. Ever since her operation to remove the cancer, she's had diarrhea. Totally 100% liquid diarrhea. She's been to the vet nearly weekly for a couple of months now, and no meds are working for more than a week or two. Poor little girl, it's no fun being that sick for so long.
I'm waiting for the vet to call back today. Last week when I was there we talked about putting her on an all-chicken diet. What cat wouldn't love that? And how's that for ironic: I never cook for me, but I'd cook for her without a second thought.
I wish I could be home for her more. While I say that for many reasons, the one I'm thinking about now is to wipe her butt. After she uses the litterbox, I usually chase her down and wipe her bottom with some toilet paper. I learned the hard way that that is a good idea. Nothing like going to bed at night only to find brown "kisses" on the sheets and pillow (from where she sat after using the litterbox). Ew ew ew.
Even though they removed the cancer and said it had good "margins" (a good amount of cancer-free flesh around the cancer, which implies it hadn't spread), I worry a lot. I know this will sound odd to most people, but I love her more than any other living thing (humans included). She and I have lived alone together for more than ten years. She lived with me in various apartments in my home state, and she flew out here to CA on an airplane with me, sitting in my lap most of the trip. She's not young anymore, and I know she'll die eventually, but I'm so not ready for it.
Often I envy that she gets to lay about the house all day and do nothing but sleep and eat and make demands of me. Ever since her operation to remove the cancer, she's had diarrhea. Totally 100% liquid diarrhea. She's been to the vet nearly weekly for a couple of months now, and no meds are working for more than a week or two. Poor little girl, it's no fun being that sick for so long.
I'm waiting for the vet to call back today. Last week when I was there we talked about putting her on an all-chicken diet. What cat wouldn't love that? And how's that for ironic: I never cook for me, but I'd cook for her without a second thought.
I wish I could be home for her more. While I say that for many reasons, the one I'm thinking about now is to wipe her butt. After she uses the litterbox, I usually chase her down and wipe her bottom with some toilet paper. I learned the hard way that that is a good idea. Nothing like going to bed at night only to find brown "kisses" on the sheets and pillow (from where she sat after using the litterbox). Ew ew ew.
Even though they removed the cancer and said it had good "margins" (a good amount of cancer-free flesh around the cancer, which implies it hadn't spread), I worry a lot. I know this will sound odd to most people, but I love her more than any other living thing (humans included). She and I have lived alone together for more than ten years. She lived with me in various apartments in my home state, and she flew out here to CA on an airplane with me, sitting in my lap most of the trip. She's not young anymore, and I know she'll die eventually, but I'm so not ready for it.
