i know i’m posting a lot in here still for someone who’s supposed to be on hiatus, but this is kinda the only place i have to turn to rn.
my cat was fine. she was fine just a few weeks ago, and even received a pretty much clean bill of health a couple months ago. her liver apparently seemed a bit wonky, but otherwise she was fine. she was supposed to be spayed next week. she turns one year old on the 24th.
today we were told that she’s very likely going to die. she’s deteriorated so bad, and so quickly, over the last couple weeks. she has barely any appetite. she’s extremely lethargic to the point that all she does now is sleep. she’s unsteady on her feet and wobbly, and no longer jumps unless she absolutely has to. she has lost 2 pounds, and i can feel her spine when i pet her. her hips are visibly sunken in, and she looks almost hollow because of how much weight she’s lost. her eyes are dull. she has a fever. she can barely lift her ****ing head, for god’s sake. the vet doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong with her, but it appears that her body is trying to fight something off, but it’s not strong enough to do so. he gave her a shot of antibiotics that’ll apparently last for a couple weeks or so; whether or not it’ll actually help, i don’t know. she’s getting an ultrasound done sometime next week that’ll hopefully determine what’s going on, but the vet isn’t optimistic about her surviving whatever this is.
i... have literally never felt more like a monster, or more guilty, in my life. how many times did i post in here about not being ready for her? about not being entirely sure that i loved her, or that i wanted her? how many days did i avoid her because my grief for my late kitty was so strong that i could barely look at her? did i do this? is this my fault?
i wasn’t ready for her. i wasn’t. but i do love her. i love her so much, and i was finally ready for her. i was finally ready, and trying to make up for her first few months with us, and now she’s going to die. she’s going to die. and all the parts of me that my late cat didn’t take with her when she died, alize will. i don’t know what’s gonna happen now, or what’ll be left if she goes. of me, of my parents.
she’s supposed to turn one year old in 19 days. i thought she was gonna make it. i really ****ing thought...
i’m so tired.