My Sick Pussy

Things with the kitty have gone from unhappy to worse. I'm trying to avoid negative predictions about the outcomes, but I am steeling myself for the worst.

In response to the previous problems, I switched him from dry food to canned, which made him tremendously happy--for a few days. Then, earlier this week, he just stopped eating entirely, and now shows little appetite. He mostly just lays on the bedroom floor and lets out a half-hearted meow when I walk by. He doesn't seem to be in pain, just listless.

I'd like to do everything for him I possibly can. That, unfortunately, due to current economic conditions, may not be much. I've already spent over half my October rent on veterinary tests. It's not going to help anybody if I get the cat cured, but we get kicked out of the house.

I've seen one friend spend insane amount of money on a cat's final weeks. I won't say who or how much, because he'd probably be embarrassed by the amount. I will say, however, if I had the money in the bank as he did, I'd probably do the same.

The cat is with the vet right now, left for the day. They are going to rehydrate him and run a urinalysis. When you leave the cat, they make you fill out a form and indicate what to do if they encounter problems. You can authorize procedures up to a certain amount or tell them to just perform emergency procedures. I checked the "let 'em die" box.

It's weird being home, without a kitty crawling around. I don't like it, and it's not something I want to have to get used to.