| Current mood: |  worried and stressed |
Meelo
So, I'm still supposed to talk about any fun things that have been happening, but at the moment my thoughts are consumed by my cat Meelo, who has sufficiently frightened me into taking him into the 24-hour vet clinic twice in the past three weeks, the latest trip being last night.
Short explanation - he's been demonstrating problems getting the pee out. In male cats, this could mean blockage, which could mean death within hours, so you can imagine why I've been concerned. At both vet trips, techs "expressed his bladder" (don't know exactly how they do that), and the urine came out quite easily, so the good news is that he hasn't been blocked. The bad news is that he does have some sort of urinary tract disorder, and I'm probably going to need to watch him and treat him for this from now on, no end in sight. I can only pray that it never leads to actual blockage.
So I have to give a cat pills. Give a cat pills. Give Meelo pills.
I've been a wildlife rescue volunteer for the past eight years. I've force fed many an animal by now. But this is Meelo we're talking about.
His pill for tonight has not yet been successfully downed. Nowhere close.
Poor Meelo. If only he could tell me, "Don't worry. I'm going to be okay." If only he could tell me what he was feeling so I needn't be so alarmed. How he hates these trips to the vet.
Meelo has been a serious constant in my life for the seven years he has been in my life. He's my only roommate, my comfort in times of personal upheaval, and I hate to seem him any way in pain.
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