Just left Henry at the vet…
This morning, I stayed home from work, and took Henry into the vet at the earliest time I could get. She was lethargic, dehydrated, had been letting out this little teeny “meow” for the last few days (not her usual ear-piercing howls), and for a skinny cat…getting skinnier. I brought her in, I figured this was the renal failure rearing its ugly head.
They’re actually not sure what’s going on. She has an infection in her mouth, which could have caused a bunch of stuff. She’s hypothermic, and indeedy, has lost more weight. And, just in case the vet couldn’t see how she wasn’t moving, she proved it by falling off the table, and not moving an INCH when they took her temperature.
This really could be it. It may not be - she may just have an infection and be just fine after. She STILL hasn’t shown any of the major later-stage signs of renal failure. But it could be just the same…she’s been in renal failure for three years now. She’s done amazingly well. I just have never, ever seen her like she was this morning.
The doctor’s supposed to call with the blood test results later this afternoon, and I’m just scared of what she’s going to say. If this is how sick Henry has become, and she’s not going to get better from the way she was this morning…that’s it.
I don’t really know what to do with myself. I have conference calls I’m supposed to be on, but I can’t really sit still or think straight. I’ve been cleaning. I guess I have more to clean, I can always start in on my closets. At least this is me being productive.
