It’s 3:30 in the morning, and I’m hiding in my office trying to calm down and waiting for the Valium to kick in. I’m hoping when I emerge Alaska will be curled up on the couch sleeping soundly. As it is right now, he pacing around the house somewhat manically because he is in pain and doesn’t know how to make himself feel better. I think he may also be feeding off my anxiety. It’s heart wrenching.
Alaska was fine tonight until I got ready to go to bed after midnight. That was when I noticed his multiple non-productive visits to the litter box. He seemed a bit frantic. Finally, he came up on the bed and excreted a bit of urine near my pillow. While that behavior is alarming and more than a bit annoying, I was relieved to know he wasn’t completely blocked. However, when he tried to pee on his own bed, I noticed he was now peeing blood. I called the emergency vet, who didn’t seem that disturbed, but said he would understand if we wanted to come in. Being that it is a long weekend, and I wouldn’t be able to see my regular vet until Tuesday, I woke up the boyfriend and we brought him him in.
Long story short: he probably has a bladder infection or crystals brought on by dehydration, which is probably caused by the stress of having Tangerine in the house. Oh, did I know he had a heart murmur, and that I should probably get him checked out for cancer since she felt something suspicious in his intestines. She gave him a shot for pain and prescribed overpriced antibiotics. We opted to do the fluids ourselves at home and save ourselves $20. All in all the trip and visit took a little over an hour, and cost less than $200, so I’m grateful it wasn’t worse . . . for now.
I had really hoped today was going to be the last day that little Tangerine was going to have to be living in my office. Wrong. Took her to the vet earlier today and said there were still signs of infection, so he reopened her healing drainage wounds and prescribed yet another week of treatment. Poor Tangerine. Poor Alaska. Poor boyfriend who was awoken from a sound sleep for the trip to the vet. Poor LazyBuddhist.