Good-bye, beautiful.

Yesterday afternoon, we took Norah to the vet to let her go. We'd exhausted all our resources trying to save her, but in the end, FIP had taken over and started shutting down her body. It progressed from her tail, to her back legs, to her front legs, and at the end, was beginning to violently attack her brain as well. So we decided that the kindest thing to do for her would be to put her to sleep and end her pain. She just sat there in the vet's office and closed her eyes as we petted her.

They gave her a sedative because she was so sensitive to touch, and it relaxed her to the point of not even seeming to notice we were there anymore. A few minutes later, they injected the euthanasia liquid, and within seconds she was gone. She didn't even close her eyes, and she didn't even seem to notice what happened. It was a very peaceful ending to her pain.

May she rest in peace.

Oh, no..

Friday, I went to a specialist that was recommended by the first vet. I spent EIGHT HOURS in that horrid, horrid place, having all sorts of tests being run on me and being observed. They discovered that it's not just that I'm in pain, but it's that I really, truly can't walk. I've lost use of my legs. They put me against a wall and tried to get me to stand, but I couldn't. All I could do was stay limp and cry.

In the end, they diagnosed me as having "Progressive multifocal neurological disease (myelitis vs myositis)", which in non-geekyhuman language was explained as meaning what's wrong is neurological. And they said there's a good chance it's slowly shutting down my body! I didn't like the sound of that. I don't think the humans did either, because we just about drowned when we got in the car.

So now I'm taking even more nasty antibiotics, and hoping that I'm going to start walking soon. Oh, I hope I do. I'm sick of vets. I've been to THREE this week! And none of them agree with each other about what's wrong...

I have a WHAT?

I am a very, very angry kitty. Today I went to a different vet because I was still in a lot of pain. And guess what? I have a 'Coccygeal Vertebrae Fracture' - a fracture right by my tail. So I've been in pain for FOUR DAYS when I could have been healing and getting better. No wonder I hurt too much to walk or use my litterbox. They even said that if I didn't improve, I'd have to have my tail amputated! Can you believe that?! I don't think this would have happened had our other vets caught it on their x-ray Saturday.

But I'm very, very, very angry that the bad-vets did not see that the first time. They said it was because the x-ray was blurry so they couldn't tell. I don't think that excuse is a very good one. If my x-ray was too blurry to see anything wrong, then I think they should have taken another one. Isn't their job to care for animals? Not redoing a blurry x-ray is very hypocritical to that, I think. I'm so glad to have another vet that is a little more careful about his job.

Hopefully my tail will heal so I don't have to have it amputated, because they said that's not a good thing for a kitty to go through. I have to go back to the vet Monday, so I'll let you all know how it goes. I hope I get better.

Meowch...

Hello, there, admirers. I thought I'd update my diary on what's been going on since that mutt broke me and made me limp and cry and hurt.

The people took me to the vet, and they took x-rays. They couldn't find anything wrong there, so they really don't know what's wrong with me (the stupid people.. I though they were supposed to be smart and know everything). They think the dog must have bruised something. So now I have to take three nasty medicines twice a day - a muscle relaxer, antibiotics, and a painkiller.

I still don't feel great, though. I hurt everytime I move, and I cry out with pain. It hurts so bad that I don't even get up to use the litterbox - I just go where I'm laying.

I hope I stop hurting soon. :-(

Oh, my! Is that for me?

Today that silly pink collar was replaced by a very elegant necklace. I look so sophisticated in it! At first, I wasn't so sure about the humans' taste in jewerly, so I had to grab it and inspect it before allowing them to put it on. After biting it a couple times, I figured it was a good enough quality for me to be seen in, so I allowed it to be placed around my neck. And my goodness, do I look lovely. I've been prancing around showing it off to that mangy mutt, asking him where his jewerly is. Oh that's right - he doesn't have any!

This has reaffirmed that I am royalty and should be treated as such.
Plus, I'm absolutely gorgeous.

This is preposterous.

That mangy, smelly, disgusting mutt is 'Dog of the Week'? How on earth did that happen?! I am much more beautiful, sophisticated, and intelligent than he is - why aren't I featured on the front page of Catster?

And of course, the dumb dog comes prancing up to me like he did something great and tells me all about it. This has gone to his head. He thinks he's something great now. I'm going to have to smack him a couple times to put him back in his place.

I'm not jealous. Really.

That stupid dog.

As you're well aware of, I'm a self-proclaimed lizard hunter. And I'm quite good at it, if I do say so myself. I help the people keep their patio free of those nasty pests. So I was out there this morning chasing a particularly nasty one, and I was waiting for it to move again, but before it could, that awful puppy comes prancing over, and STEPS ON IT! And then he gets this stupid, proud look on his face, like he did some wonderful accomplishment, and walks off. So I'm left there with a smashed, dead lizard and nothing to play with anymore, and god knows I'm not going to eat something that's already dead.

That dog is a nuisance. I don't know what the people were thinking bringing that flea-bag home. They're more than welcome to just throw him out into the street, for all I care.

Nasty dog.