So this morning, I got up and went upstairs. The husband and wished me a good morning and then said that I should probably take Dante to the vet, he had not eaten for at least three days, and he was looking very not good. So I called my vet and asked them for the soonest possible appointment. They said that they had one in about 10 minutes and I said that I would definitely be there. I got dressed and scooped up Dante who was sitting way too docilely on the couch. We took a loud (mewing) car ride to the vets office and went inside. Dante sized up the dogs in the waiting room and determined none his equal. The nurse assured us back into a exam room and we waited for what seemed like forever for the other nurse to come, take vitals, take history, and let us know that the doctor would be coming soon. The doctor came in eventually and checked Dante for dehydration, check, pale skin, check, and found a lump in his throat, check.

They told me that blood work was probably the best option and I agreed, then they took Dante in back and shooed me away for 30 minutes while the tests were run. I went down the street and got a burrito and ate it out of pure necessity. Then I went back to the office and they let me know that Dante was anemic, dehydrated, and had a super high white cell count. The doctor told me that if it was his cat he would probably put it in the hospital at least overnight, I don’t actually have that kind of money so I asked them for what they could do allowing that I would be taking my cat home with me. They gave him subcutaneous fluids in between his shoulder blades, and a shot of antibiotics that is supposed to last for about two weeks. They also gave me a syringe to feed him if I had to, although we are trying chicken broth and seductively delicious food instead.

I took the poor kitty home and he has been resting on the husbands chest for the last 10 hours. I am trying to feed and water both of them but they seem pretty content with each other so I am going to sleep since I have work in the morning. I honestly would love to just wake up in the morning and have a chipper kitty, rehydrated and no longer anemic, however unlikely that may seem. He is 13 years old and I do understand that cats age, and sometimes fall down the ladder of health rather quickly. I am trying to keep my spirits up, and I am very thankful to have a husband who will lay on his back holding a cat that’s not feeling very good for hours on end. I am rather lucky in that way.