It wasnt a good night and its not shaping up to be a good day. Last night, just as we were settling in to watch The Walking Dead, I noticed that our oldest fur baby was not acting right. He was exceptionally lethargic and just... not right. I brought him into the living room for some cuddling and mentioned it to Steve. By the time we went to bed after The Talking Dead, he was worse... not interested in his daily bedtime snack, couldnt balance well or walk properly, very weak, especially on his left side. So we took him to bed with us. He normally cuddles in bed with us anyway, but last night was different. His breathing seems labored and shallow. He did purr some for us though, and got up and moved positions a few times on his own. Obviously we were hyper vigilent and trying so hard to keep him comfy and feeling loved that we were uncomfortable and miserable. I dont think either of us got more than a couple hours of sleep total. Somewhere around 4 AM Oliver left the bed on his own but didnt come back. My alarm went off at 6 and I found him lying on the kitchen floor next to the water bowl in a puddle of his own urine. Not a good sign. I wrapped him up in some towels to keep him warm and carried him back to the bedroom. I held him while Steve got dressed, then Steve settled down with Ollie in their spot on the couch. Steve isnt working today so he will stay with Ollie. Unfortunately, I had no choice but to come to work this morning. Im a wreck - exhausted, crying off and on, feeling like Im letting them both down... I want to try to leave early and go home, but Steve is my afternoon/evening ride home and I dont want to pull him away. Today just sucks.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 12:08:23 +0000
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