I’m not going to write too much about this right now. Too many people are needing too many things and I don’t have the bandwidth. Prince is sick and we don’t know a lot. The vet says he’s sicker than he’s acting and we’re trying to get more information. Last week he stopped eating, which is a huge deal, because next to Kristen it’s his favourite thing. Which I get.
Vet visit, tests, anti-nausea drugs and appetite stimulant drugs and time and over the weekend his appetite has seemingly recovered to 70% normal, but he’s lethargic and tragically lost his miaow, but generally seemed to be getting better.
The Monday vet call was full of really terrible news, but with enough conflicting information that they determined they needed to confirm with their lab that there hadn’t been a mistake. Tuesday they confirmed it. We’ve got an ultrasound scheduled early tomorrow morning and it’s all awful.
I have lots of weird emotions tangled up in pet care, things that I know aren’t particularly sensible, but there’s guilt and terror and worry and too many question marks not to hope.
Tuesday, myriad people that I had to be GOOD in front of, because I’m a public persona running public events, and that was really, really hard. The last thing I wanted to do was smile and keep everyone happy. Coming home late, difficult parking, every little thing seems like it’ll break me right now.
Kristen and I are worried. We’re working on it. We hope to know more soon.