Actually, mania might be an improvement.
This hasn’t been a good day. At all.
The icing on my Cake of Suckitude is the diagnosis of yet another of my cats with kidney disease–Halley, the fuzzball in the picture. That makes a total of four cats we’ve had diagnosed such.
The vet says it’s just that common, but I’m having a tough time not holding myself responsible for this the same way I seem to hold myself responsible for things that are also out of my control. The economy, tsunamis, high-waisted pants. I always feel guilt when things go bad, even when it isn’t my fault.
There’s my happy thoughts for the day.
Look at it this way Julie, your cats are lucky to have someone who will/can take them to the vet for a diagnosis and provide them with meds that will at least make them more comfortable. How old is Halley?
She is somewhere between 10 and 13. We can’t be certain how old otherwise.
I have a couple of undetermined age (both male volunteers). This sick animal thing is frightening and makes those of us who care about them feel like failures because we can’t make their lives perfect in return fo the love they bring to us. The weight of that responsibility seems huge sometimes.
I think at end the only thing we can do is bolster their quality of life with the resources we have available, give them as much love as we’ve got to give and forgive ourselves for being unable to cure mortality.
That self-forgiveness thing hard though.
It’s funny. If someone told me they could cure MY mortality, I’d beat them off with a stick. A big stick. But I don’t seem to feel the same way about anyone else’s. I think that’s a fairly selfish attitude, but I guess since there isn’t any way I can keep anyone, cat or human, alive forever, I can’t hurt things too much.
We did keep a cat going longer than we should have a few years ago. It has made me very leery of using the vet as a way to patch together my heart.