My husband and I are emotionally exhausted right now - we’ve had two weeks of a sick cat, and just when we thought he was getting better, he’s gotten worse again.
He’s had a skin condition that’s been quite nasty for two weeks - but after an emergency trip to our regular vet on Thursday afternoon with a 105 fever, a shot of a steroid, and a cute little collar that makes him look like Queen Elizabeth, he seemed to be doing better. His sore seemed to be healing up nicely, he was much more active and he’s been very loving, like his old self.
Today, we were pretty sure he was running a fever again, and he was scratching like mad. He broke open his sore and it was bleeding all over. So, after talking about it for a couple of minutes, we took him to the emergency vet downtown. I’m glad we did because he had another fever of 104. He was given another steroid shot and some antibiotics, and now we’ve got him home again, where he won’t stop scratching but he’s definitely slowing down with it. Both of us are worried out of our minds - the doc mentioned possibly having our normal vet do a biopsy if this thing doesn’t clear up soon.
I’m going nuts. Every move he makes, one of us freaks out. I just lost my oldest cat a week and a half ago, and yeah, we’re probably reacting to that, but Christ, I wish he’d fucking heal. I’m worried about going to work in the morning because I don’t necessarily want to leave him here by himself - I can come check on him at lunch, though, so that’s a plus.
I just need him to get better - I don’t know how much more we can deal with - we’re both a mess right now.
Ava
