Peeing blood

My cat was peeing blood around the kitchen floor while we were out Saturday afternoon. Little drops the size of a silver dollar. We were at a bon voyage party for Sweetie's niece before she and her new beau set off for sea trials on the ship he captains. From there it’s on to San Francisco and then to Mexico.

Our cat, Zane, is an old girl, a little over fifteen and blind. She had been missing the litter box as of late and most mornings this past week I woke up to find a puddle of urine on the kitchen linoleum.

I packed her up and took her to the 24-hour animal hospital down off South Tacoma Way. They did the check up, gave her a shot and some medicine to take home and said to call our vet on Monday. So far in the last few years I have taken both of my sons, both my cats and my neighbor to the emergency room. I told Sweetie that I’d had just about enough of being the crisis chauffer and have no interest in making it a clean sweep with her being the last to go. Not that I wouldn’t drive her, I would, but enough is enough already.

Cookie Grandma took the oldest boy to the circus on Sunday. She had a friend in town, who thinks our boy is the cats meow and who thought between the two of them, the circus would be a grand outing. It started better than it finished, with in the end, both having to grab hold of a hand and drag him kicking and screaming back to the car. He had actually wanted to go about an hour earlier but couldn’t convince the ladies that this was a good idea. By the time the circus had ended, the death spiral had already begun and when at last the tropical depression had come to a standstill in front of our house, all parties were looking overwrought and more than a little strung out.

The littlest boy is back to getting a continuous feeding drip during the night. This is due to the fact that he continues to keep throwing up after meals because of his refulux issues. Issues that we think are compounded by his weakened state due at least in part, to the surgery he had last month. We met with the enteral supply company on Monday and last night got the whole thing set up and so far it has seemed to go just fine. The good news is that Ike should be getting his cast off later today. I know I said in previous forum that it had been removed and in fact it had. We had it off for the whole Labor Day weekend but he wound up being so uncomfortable that they put another one on the following Tuesday.

Sweetie hit herself in the eye so hard last night that she’s worried she might have done some damage. She’s only really got one good eye as it is and of course that was the eye she smacked. After Ike gets back from getting his cast off, she goes in to see the eye doctor.

Took Zane into the vet this morning where I had to leave her due to the need to collect a urine specimen for analysis. The likely cause of the blood is a urinary tract infection for which we are giving her antibiotics. I’m hoping we’ll be able to pick her up later this afternoon but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

We were also hoping to get the Puyallup fair this afternoon but right now I’m not sure how that’s going to be possible. I guess I’ll have a better idea once I find out:

a)How Sweeties eye is doing.
b)How comfortable is Ike with his cast off.
c)Can Zane come home from the vet or does she need to stay overnight?
d)Has the fish the cleaning lady moved to my parent’s bathtub died yet?

Of course I haven’t had the chance to talk about d) yet. The folks are out of town on vacation and had asked me to come and check in on their place, feed the fish, take in the mail and the like. I get a call from the cleaning woman on Saturday saying that she had removed the sick fish from the tank and placed it into the bathtub, so when I come by the house could I check on that fish as well and if it’s died to just go ahead and throw it in the garbage.

Fuck

I’m just so tired. Not the kind of tired from lack of sleep necessarily, though I’m sure having the older boy climbing into bed to kick me all night doesn’t help, but more along the lines of an old dog going for a walk kind of tired. Like I have tired bones.