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Cat update:
Oct. 9th, 2008 09:30 amAfter a long wait yesterday evening, during which Millie (the 15 y.o. cat mentioned in yesterday's post) had plenty of bloodwork and love, we found out that her kidney and diabetes check came back completely clean. In fact, the only things the vet found wrong with her were her thyroid (overactive) and her teeth (in need of cleaning). Both are things that can be easily fixed.
We brought her home last night. Millie is a tired, cranky girl. Apparently she hid in the carry-bag at the vet, only her ears showing, and sighed irritably a lot. She spent her time last night sleeping with everybody who'd let her in, probably curled up with Grandmom. They're two tough old birds.
Right now we're waiting for the rest of the bloodwork to come back, but for right now, we're okay. Samwise keeps trying to get Millie to play, coming right up on her and nudging her gently, then head-bumping her and tearing ass down the hall. It's cute. Last night even our neurotic dog Kyan sniffed her and sat down next to her, looking contented. She's home and he is pleased. We're all happy about this reprieve, even if it's temporary. I left yesterday morning for work, figuring I'd never see her again. Never pet her sleek little head and watch her slit her eyes and purr, or watch her wallop Sam upside the head.
For everybody who commented yesterday: thank you very much. It made all the difference in a lousy day, and I can't help but think all the good vibes helped us bring her home. Now we've just got our fingers crossed for the last bloodwork results.
We brought her home last night. Millie is a tired, cranky girl. Apparently she hid in the carry-bag at the vet, only her ears showing, and sighed irritably a lot. She spent her time last night sleeping with everybody who'd let her in, probably curled up with Grandmom. They're two tough old birds.
Right now we're waiting for the rest of the bloodwork to come back, but for right now, we're okay. Samwise keeps trying to get Millie to play, coming right up on her and nudging her gently, then head-bumping her and tearing ass down the hall. It's cute. Last night even our neurotic dog Kyan sniffed her and sat down next to her, looking contented. She's home and he is pleased. We're all happy about this reprieve, even if it's temporary. I left yesterday morning for work, figuring I'd never see her again. Never pet her sleek little head and watch her slit her eyes and purr, or watch her wallop Sam upside the head.
For everybody who commented yesterday: thank you very much. It made all the difference in a lousy day, and I can't help but think all the good vibes helped us bring her home. Now we've just got our fingers crossed for the last bloodwork results.