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Dec. 17th, 2002 01:03 amRemember how my cat did this thing while Joe's uncle was staying with us, where she'd want out all the time, and stay out for days on end, not eating? She's doing it again. A few months ago, my Mom and I took her to the vet, but we weren't able to pay for the thyroid medicine she needed then. We figured out a way though, and Mom brought her back again last week (they had to do the bloodwork all over again), and now she fucking won't come home so we can't even give it to her. Meanwhile she's six pounds, when she used to be twenty five. Six! And she was eating like three cans of kitty food a day. She wasn't this thin before, it was gradual. It's just recently that we were like "Dude, Tabbers is skinny. What happenned? She's eating all the damn time, how is she so thin?" Then we found out it was her thyroid, but she was still acting normal, and we thought she was okay. And finally we can give her the medication to get better, but we can't, because she won't come home! Fuck!
My Mom and I are worried she wanted out so badly because they say cats go off by themselves, when they're dying. And, like, I know she's seventeen years old. I know she's had a good little kitty life, full of love, but damn't, she can't go and die on us now! Especially since I'd totally feel like it was our fault; we should've been able to get the medication sooner. We tried though. We got this pet insurance and everything, but then it turned out to be kind of worthless. Still, though. God damn't. Mom's all depressed over it, too. She seemed better in the car, when she was driving me to work, but earlier in the day, she was just lying in bed and crying. I feel like crying over it, too. I got home, and Mom had done something with her food dish. I guess she really doesn't think Tabitha's coming back, even though she did last time, and it's just been a day and a half. But she needs her medicine. This is not the right time for her to be going all AWOL on us. I mean, if she is okay, then where the Hell is she? It's been raining like Hell, the last few days. Seeing the empty spot where her food-dish is supposed to be, and standing outside, calling her, just for her to not show up, ugh. It's upsetting.
( I was in a shitty mood today, otherwise, as well. )
My Mom and I are worried she wanted out so badly because they say cats go off by themselves, when they're dying. And, like, I know she's seventeen years old. I know she's had a good little kitty life, full of love, but damn't, she can't go and die on us now! Especially since I'd totally feel like it was our fault; we should've been able to get the medication sooner. We tried though. We got this pet insurance and everything, but then it turned out to be kind of worthless. Still, though. God damn't. Mom's all depressed over it, too. She seemed better in the car, when she was driving me to work, but earlier in the day, she was just lying in bed and crying. I feel like crying over it, too. I got home, and Mom had done something with her food dish. I guess she really doesn't think Tabitha's coming back, even though she did last time, and it's just been a day and a half. But she needs her medicine. This is not the right time for her to be going all AWOL on us. I mean, if she is okay, then where the Hell is she? It's been raining like Hell, the last few days. Seeing the empty spot where her food-dish is supposed to be, and standing outside, calling her, just for her to not show up, ugh. It's upsetting.
( I was in a shitty mood today, otherwise, as well. )
