Or not.

I had to put Cricket to sleep a couple of hours ago. She would eat, but not drink. They think she probably had cancerous tumors. They said I could wait two or three days if I wanted to, but she was losing weight so quickly and hardly able to breathe, so I asked them to do it before she got truly uncomfortable.

Back from the dead?

So, I had made an appointment to euthanize my cat after she refused to eat or drink for almost 24 hours (the statute of limitations I was given by the emergency vet - basically, if she's not eating or drinking after 24 hours, it's time to consider euthanasia or surgery). Then, as though she understood what I was doing, she began eating the tuna I left out for her and drinking the juice. She still refuses water, but will drink tuna juice or chicken broth. I think she's getting a bit dehydrated, but not as dangerously so as she was last week. I guess I'll give her another day or two and see what happens.

My weekend has pretty much been spent watching the cat for signs of imminent death and trying to get a growing infant to sleep. I think she must be on a growth spurt or something clicked in her brain again. She ate for a good three, almost four hours last night, woke for maybe 30-60 minutes, then ate for another two. I'm glad I'm no longer shy about bringing a baby to bed with us. Last night could've been a lot more uncomfortable. It doesn't help that she's got her first tooth coming already. It's one of her upper eye teeth. Go figure. Now we'll have a vampire baby.

Her four-month checkup is tomorrow. I can't wait. I used to think, "Jeez - how many doctor's appointments can I justify anyway?" I no longer care. Just like with Ragsy, it's exciting as heck to go and see how much weight they've gained, what someone else thinks of what they're up to, etc. Oh, well. Such a boring weekend, but exciting to me. So far, the only thing "major" we've done is go to lunch and Babies R Us today. Whatever. It didn't involve animal hospitalization, screaming, vomiting or snot. So I'll take it.

Silver lining?

This week has been...almost indescribable. I may need to put my cat down. Actually, she's doing much better, but I'm still trying to decide what kind of quality of life a cat with pancreatitis, kidney failure and high blood pressure can have, even though the kitty version of the intensive care says she's doing much better. Did you know that high blood pressure can make a cat hemmorage behind her eyes? I didn't. I didn't want to know, either. On a more practical note, I'm also wondering how much cash I can legitimately shell out to keep my cat alive. Not a whole lot more.

Unfortunately, the near demise of white cat had an impact - a bad one - and Ragsy hurt a kid at school. Not intentionally, but his habitual throwing led to someone else getting injured. Then, instead of being remorseful, he apparently tried to hit a teacher, started spitting (thank God the only way he knows to spit is blowing raspberries) and screaming.

Anyway, things are not necessarily better. But they seem to be stabilizing anyway. While I was stressed out over the past few days, I managed to misplace a check from my FSA for a substantial amount, so right now I'm ticked, feel really stupid and am ready to pass out, all at the same time. But maybe there's a silver lining. Maybe. Right now I just want to go to bed and pretend this week never happened.