09/14/2011 *edit

I just got home from the emergency vet’s office.  Sev is having issues, again.  I noticed last night, but it wasn’t too bad.  Tonight he went downhill rapidly.  His urethra is blocked, so he is staying at the vet’s overnight for a catheter and IV fluids.  The vet didn’t seem too concerned, but there’s a possibility of kidney damage.  Thankfully, I noticed that he wasn’t well and we got him treatment early.  The vet bill is astronomical.

I didn’t get any sleep last night because I was worried about my kitty, and I had a really long day today.  Class started at 9:30 and ended at 2:30, then I worked from 4:00-8:00, then I took my cat to the vet and panicked, and now I’m home waiting for them to call and update me.  They said they would call after his procedure was done.

I am SO tired.

The outlook for cats with this condition is not very good.  So I’m worried that I’ve killed my cat.  The internet is full of horror stories of people who brought their cats to the vet for this procedure, only to have the cat die.  I don’t know what I’ll tell my sister if her cat dies.  I just feel terrible that I didn’t take him to the vet this afternoon.  Sister’s BF said he seemed better this afternoon, but now I don’t know.  I should have asked about the outlook, but now I’m too scared to call. 

People seem very pleased with this vet, though.  Apparently, they treated a police dog that was shot a while ago. 

My cats are the most important people in my life.  Sev is the sweetest, most gentle, loving, adorable cat I’ve ever met.  There isn’t a mean bone in his body.  He loves being picked up and cuddled and loved.  I really hope I got him help in time and that he doesn’t pick up an infection or anything like that. 

I feel terrible about leaving him at the vet, but in a way I’m kind of relieved…last night was torture.  It seems selfish to want to get some sleep instead of watching my cat…but I’m so tired…

They’re more qualified to take care of him than I am…for now.  In six years, I’ll be a vet and I can dedicate my resources to treating my baby like the prince he is.

I just hope everything goes all right.  Is that so much to ask?

Edited to add: this is diary entry #1000.  And it only took 10 years.