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perlmonger) wrote2003-10-07 07:06 pm
perlmonger) wrote2003-10-07 07:06 pm
Happy Birthday to Me
We've just got home from visiting Ptep and he's loads better :)
We saw him yesterday evening and really thought that he'd be lucky to last until morning; both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ramtops and I thought that we'd find he'd died in the night.
He was listless, still not eating, with matted fur and generally feeling (in the words of the vet nurse) as though his body was just shutting down...
We gave him loads of attention and he managed to perk up a little; he sat up and nuzzled a bit against my hand as I stroked his face, but it really felt like I was saying goodbye.
Bad dreams and little sleep.
When we called this morning, the nurse said that he seemed a lot brighter, but we didn't want to raise false hopes in ourselves so we waited for them to call with the results of the blood tests after 4pm. We rang Portishead at 5 and they hadn't come, but we found out that Ptep had actually eaten some fish :) so we left for Portishead not knowing what we'd find, but torn between tentative hope and dread.
He was like a cat transformed - animated, talking, trying to climb out of his pen, using his litter tray (that he was wetting himself before was an indignity he doesn't deserve) and showing a real interest in the varied fish platter that he'd been given - they really do seem to be doing the best they can for him at Vale.
It's still early days and we haven't the test results back yet - he could still have something contagious that we don't want to expose the rest of the Tribe to. He could still relapse; nothing is certain, but this still feels as though he's passed through the worst and is going to come back to us, short a life but still with at least one more spare.
We decided that my birthday (which is today) could go on hold, but now this really does feel like the best present anyone could have given me. To have lost two of the tribe in a week would have been right to the limits of what I could bear; now I start to feel that we won't have to come to terms with that after all.
A weight lifted, I dare to smile.
We saw him yesterday evening and really thought that he'd be lucky to last until morning; both
ramtops and I thought that we'd find he'd died in the night.He was listless, still not eating, with matted fur and generally feeling (in the words of the vet nurse) as though his body was just shutting down...
We gave him loads of attention and he managed to perk up a little; he sat up and nuzzled a bit against my hand as I stroked his face, but it really felt like I was saying goodbye.
Bad dreams and little sleep.
When we called this morning, the nurse said that he seemed a lot brighter, but we didn't want to raise false hopes in ourselves so we waited for them to call with the results of the blood tests after 4pm. We rang Portishead at 5 and they hadn't come, but we found out that Ptep had actually eaten some fish :) so we left for Portishead not knowing what we'd find, but torn between tentative hope and dread.
He was like a cat transformed - animated, talking, trying to climb out of his pen, using his litter tray (that he was wetting himself before was an indignity he doesn't deserve) and showing a real interest in the varied fish platter that he'd been given - they really do seem to be doing the best they can for him at Vale.
It's still early days and we haven't the test results back yet - he could still have something contagious that we don't want to expose the rest of the Tribe to. He could still relapse; nothing is certain, but this still feels as though he's passed through the worst and is going to come back to us, short a life but still with at least one more spare.
We decided that my birthday (which is today) could go on hold, but now this really does feel like the best present anyone could have given me. To have lost two of the tribe in a week would have been right to the limits of what I could bear; now I start to feel that we won't have to come to terms with that after all.
A weight lifted, I dare to smile.
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Any chance he could have gotten into something poisoned or pesticided?
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Fingers and paws still crossed here for him