Yesterday was my last day at my old store. I came in and my desk was decorated and there were cards and flowers and candy galore! It was really sweet. I’m really going to miss that place. Everyone always says that it’s the store that you don’t want to go to, but I ended up really liking it. I made some good friends, learned a ton, and found my feet as a manager. Leaving there was sad, but I’m hopeful for the future. New adventures await, I guess.
In other incredibly sad news, we’re going to have to put down one of our cats early in the week if he doesn’t pass on his own before then. Of the five, he was my baby. He was never into playing much with the other cats, he always wanted to hang out and cuddle with us. We had adopted him from a rescue that took him out of a hoarding situation, so we had no idea how old he was. Most vets use teeth as a marker, but his were so infected when they pulled him out of there that they all had to be pulled. Our vet estimated, at the time, that he was probably about 3.
Last Monday I asked Mike if he thought that he had a cold. He just didn’t look… right. But not bad, just a little off. Tuesday he seemed fine. Wednesday night he peed on a pair of Mike’s shoes. By Thursday night he looked really off – it looked like he hadn’t taken care of his coat in months (even though two days earlier he was his usual sleek self), his eyes weren’t opening very much, it just looked like there was definitely something wrong with him. So Friday we called the vet and they were able to see him in the afternoon. They did bloodwork, which will be back tomorrow, and the vet actually aged him at around 12-13 years based on his eyes and changes in his skeleton that cats experience after 10-11 years. He was dehydrated, and his body temp was only around 95 when it should be 101-102. Vet thought it was either kidney disease, liver disease, diabetes, or a thyroid disorder. Do the bloodwork, and we’ll go from there.
I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know if it will matter, but he’s dying. He can barely walk, he’s not eating or drinking, he’s spent the last two days nestled in a cocoon we made for him of blankets and a heating pad. I’ve reached out to some at-home vets to come to the house to help him pass on Tuesday.
I know a lot of people will say that it’s just a cat, but to those of you that have pets who are like your children, you know how it is.
That’s all I’ve got for now. I don’t have it in me to go into the rest of the week. I have to start at a new store and be on my A game today, and I really want to just curl up with him and cry.