Deja Vu

We had to take Eli to the vet today. He was long overdue his rabies shot.

Normally, this is far more traumatic for him than me, but today, not so.

I was feeling a little PTSDie over the death of Lily, just a few days ago, right at this vet's office.

I've already sniffed over the loss of my petting buddy in the mornings, an empty basket where she slept and the biggest of all, being able to put the water bowl in the floor instead of the bathtub.

You see, Lily, being a Maine Coon, liked water. And sometimes, when she was drinking, she'd get a little carried away. She'd start off by scooping up water and drinking out of her paw, but then she'd splash a little and that would turn into a frenzied splashing session.

Whoever heard her would fly into the bathroom and yell, "Lily!" She'd stand there, water dripping off her ears, nose, whiskers, chest, legs and feet, and give you that death stare that said, "WHAT?" And of course, the floor was a lake.

So, we kept the water bowl in the tub, so when the mood struck her, she could go at it.

Eli hates the vet, but doesn't pitch a fit. He is silent, but uses all twenty pounds to fight against whatever is happening, as he is trying to get back in his carrier.

Twenty pounds doesn't sound like much. But you try keeping that pure muscle and determination on a slick table. Whew!

Of course, today, we brought back a strong, healthy, young cat who is in his last  year of growth.

The other day we brought home an empty carrier and a burial box with Lily's remains.

Thankfully, not every day is sad. Today was a good day, for which I am grateful. 

Aren't you?

Closed for Repairs

I probably should have put a sign up on this blog, similar to that...

The blog ain't broke, but everything else in my life seems to be.

Daughter has not been well for a few months, and instead of getting better when we go to the doctor, she's gotten worse. My skinny child has lost eleven pounds.

To those who know her, I heard you gasp.

Monday evening she said, "Mama, I can't take this anymore. Something has to be done. I am calling the doctor."

So Monday night we saw another doctor, who believes Daughter has an ulcer. The doctor put Daughter on a super-dooper medication and she is finally able to eat without excruciating pain. The doctor also recommended a few other things, including a G.I. Specialist. We are awaiting an appointment.

Tuesday it was my turn to go to the urologist because of recurring infections and possibly (ha) passing kidney stones. I am now awaiting a call for a C. T. scan. I was placed on medication. One of the medications cost $139.88 (my part).

I need a minute.

Today, it was Mother's turn. Husband and I (he wouldn't go alone with her, read previous blog), took her to an orthopedic doctor because she can't raise her arm, or move it to the side anymore. Her news was her shoulder is not repairable, but the doctor wants her to go to physical therapy to strengthen other muscles to compensate for what she has lost. We are now awaiting a call from the physical therapist to set up appointments.

I guess you could say we are ladies in waiting.

Tomorrow, I get a massage. YAY!

But then, I have to take two of the whites to the vet. Eli needs (okay, no he doesn't, but I won't argue with the law in this blog) a rabies shot, and both he and Lilly need some mats removed.

If I live through putting Lilly in a carrier, Friday we are seeing a comedy at the local theatre. It is a play put on by locals. We are going as part of our celebration of our wedding anniversary.

Lord knows I could use a few laughs.

Anyway, pardon my absence this week, but you see how it goes.

If it ain't one doctor, it's been two.