OK?
That’s the best I could do with a title. Which is the best I could do if you asked me how I was right now.
(In fact, I just got off the phone with Grandma and that was exactly what I said. She asked if I was sure. “No, not really.” “Oh, OK then.” Heh.)
1) Sheba is fine for now. X-rays every six months. It’s my understanding it’s inevitable, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
2) She did though have an infection at her suture site and the vet said she had popped a stitch. One thing I hate about this practice is that they do not give you an exam room for drop-off appointments. So, the thing is, they gave her back to me like that, with the missing stitch. And the vet had mentioned he had tried to build up the skin in the area he removed the mass. So I looked at the area that first night, decided he SUCKED at suturing/reconstruction, and moved on. I wasn’t about to take her back and see what other fun things they would do. So now basically I feel bad for not speaking up and wonder if I should have done more while also I am wary of the vet - not because I doubt his skill, but doubt the environment allows for the best care.
3) Francesca and George are coming Friday. (SIL and brother, for those without cheat sheets.) I will pick them up and we’ll drive to Gainesville for a weekend with my grandparents. I get to see George very little and Francesca even less, so I’m looking forward to this a lot.
4) Already I have been up in the air about a pet sitter. ST offered, but it seemed ridiculous to have him drive two hours for some kibble. I have ordered some automatic feeders which I thought might squeak by for durations of less than 48-hours but I don’t know if they will get here on time. Gah. I hate doing the friend roulette. Which is why I put it off like this. Which probably makes it worse that I don’t give anyone any damn notice beyond throwing keys out the window as I leave town.
5) Regardless, Sheba now is coming to Gainesville. She needs medicine twice a day and however sweet and luvey she may be to you, it all changes once you are in possession of an eyedropper full of ickiness. Grandma has said it is fine, but I know she will worry about it. In hindsight, I should have not said anything and just been like, “She stowed away in my bag! Imagine that! And she packed food and her favorite bed!”
cats are suspiciously prepared like that.
You also notice she did not pack any litter. Because behind the bed is fine with her. Really, don’t bother. She doesn’t want to make a fuss or inconvience you or anything…
I’m sorry your sweet kitty isn’t doing better. :-(