I'm back! Geeeez, it's been a while. Explaination: so I wasn't doing too good for a while, so I didn't feel like posting, and then I was doing REALLY GOOD, and I wanted to blog, but was super busy, and then I was still good but not busy, and I was about to catch up on blogging... when my internet died. How come? Turns out Diego stepped on a key and disabled it. Yeah.
So now I have catching up to do!
We'll start with poor Diego, since I already mentioned him.
Oh, my poor, poor boy! (as I laugh) Poor kid got an absess on his haunches (heaven knows how the heck he got that, the vet thought my mom was lying when she said she didn't know, haha). I picked up something was wrong on a Thrusday morning, but everyone thought I was just babying my cat like usual... (Okay, come on guys. So I baby him. But in my babying, I also notice things. Like the fact that the cat hasn't sat down in hours and hasn't whined in days. ABNORMAL) So I'm all worried, cause I know somethings wrong, and nobody believes me, until I come home Friday night and my mom's like "OH MY GOSH, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH DIEGO!" like she discovered it... psh. Oh, silly.
So I'm all freaking out, because we're thinking it's artrhritis, and I'm suddenly having the mortality mindset, and I'm thinking about the fact that even if he's not dying this second, he's like, 13, and he's on his way out...
So I go out Saturday night for a girls night (had tons of fun), and when I pull up in the driveway at 11, my dad's car is gone, and I know where they've gone even before I find the note on the kitchen floor--- they found a 24 hour pet hospital... they were thinking that it might have been a blocked bowel, and since that could get ugly real fast, they rushed him in...
(Now, I might add here, that I'm aware that this is done on mostly my behalf. Yeah, sure, my parents love the cat too and don't want him to suffer. But they know that I'm going to be a pathetic mess when his time does come, and I think they're trying to put that off as long as they can... which is very, very sweet, might I add. Because I am a loser and I love this cat that was my best friend as a little kid.)
But it's just an absess. So, of course I'm freaking out because my babe is in the hospital WITHOUT ME, and he's probably scared out of his grape-sized pea brain mind and I SHOULD BE THERE... They take some blood, put him under, lance the thing, pop a drain in, and he's done. Well, they kept him overnight to be safe. But then he was done.
(Wow, this is dragging on. Sorry.)
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| Cone of shame! |
Oh.,.. it was so sad. So pathetically sad and hilarious. Since he's a big boy, he had to have an extra-large cone, so as if a normal wasn't bad enough... this one got caught on everything as he tried to walk, and he's run into things and not get how to move around it, so he'd just sit there, run up against a wall, and just stare at it. It was soooooooo, sooo sad.
... But now he's good, and he's mostly healed, and his cone is gone and he's off his meds, and I think he's living life a little happier now after it all. His butt is a bit colder (bahahahaha)... but he's allllll good.
(When he was at the vet, they did blood test on him... the results were absolutely excellent for a cat his age, so he's here for quite a while more :D SEE! My babying extended his happy little life! HA!)
And, that, my friends, is your Diego update. More than you ever wanted to know, but what can I say. I love that cat like a fat kid loves pie.
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