It's a great day to be alive but...
When I walk to work a beautiful spring day such as this one, I can't help but be happy.
I need all the assistance from nature that I can get because something very upsetting has happened: my little cat Chester is sick. He's only 9 and I do not know how this could have happened. Paxton (my other Siamese) is totally fine but Chester is really skinny, weak and citically anemic. We've already had one emergecy room visit to Angell Memorial (I went home with a still-sick cat and $581.00 poorer). I never thought we'd be going through this anytime soon as his live expectancy is 20-25 and he is and an indoor cat. I have to give him pills and liquid medicine which is just a nightmare for all of us. I am cautiously optimistic about his chances for recovery and we're seeing his vet Thursday for some more tests.
G. proved himself (AGAIN!) to be a dope guy and has gone by my place to check on Chester while I am at work and has even helped me give him his meds. This from a guy who is allergic to cats. And he's a handsome fella to boot!
Having a sick cat has made me sentimental and understanding. Even the beggars howling at me up and down Boyslton and Newbury streets don't bother me. I just just rudge home after the gym, afraid of what I am going to find when I open the door to my condo...
I need all the assistance from nature that I can get because something very upsetting has happened: my little cat Chester is sick. He's only 9 and I do not know how this could have happened. Paxton (my other Siamese) is totally fine but Chester is really skinny, weak and citically anemic. We've already had one emergecy room visit to Angell Memorial (I went home with a still-sick cat and $581.00 poorer). I never thought we'd be going through this anytime soon as his live expectancy is 20-25 and he is and an indoor cat. I have to give him pills and liquid medicine which is just a nightmare for all of us. I am cautiously optimistic about his chances for recovery and we're seeing his vet Thursday for some more tests.
G. proved himself (AGAIN!) to be a dope guy and has gone by my place to check on Chester while I am at work and has even helped me give him his meds. This from a guy who is allergic to cats. And he's a handsome fella to boot!
Having a sick cat has made me sentimental and understanding. Even the beggars howling at me up and down Boyslton and Newbury streets don't bother me. I just just rudge home after the gym, afraid of what I am going to find when I open the door to my condo...
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