which I love with much more gusto then I thought imaginable.
I haven't fully gotten every picture up, or every cushion arranged perfectly yet. but we're getting there.
the first week after I moved in, Smokey took ill.
for 24 hours, she was puking.
so I called and yea, 20 year old cat who can't stop puking needs fluids. like now.
so I spent countless hours in the emergency vet with her. blood work and urine and thyroid slips. she had shots and her neck shaved and she still wouldn't stop puking. three days of me worrying about her fluids. three days and we went back and forth and back and forth and the first test showed it was not hyperthyroidism like they thought. and the only thing that controlled her puking somewhat was a drastically over priced emergency fee and shot.
but we returned. she seemed to like to get hyper dehydrated as soon as her vet closed and I had no choice but to hit emerg.
she wasn't getting better. they threw around liver cancer until I was the screaming crying mess of a person who invested nearly 3 grand into a 20 year old cat to find out she has pancreatitis nd inflammatory bowel disease. both of which are treatable with food and meds.
so it was ultra sounds and blood work and special food and countless trips to the vet and emerg and stress.
so much fucking stress.
if it weren't for my brother, for my mother, for my friends, for my girlfriend, I wouldn't have survived.
but I in this story don't mean shit. without them, Smokes wouldn't have survived. and she has. and she will fight and fight and out live me, I'm sure.
plus she has the cutest shaved belly known to man from the ultrasound. my cat, the skrillex addict.
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