The past week or so, Buttons has seemed run down. Laconic. Downright morose. And this morning he puked six times. So… back to the vet we went. After some expensive blood testing, the results are in: *not* another urinary tract infection, but instead idiopathic pancreatitis (“idiopathic” is Latin for “damned if I know why”). So I’ve got some meds and some feeding changes. The meds involve sticking a big syringe into his throat, which activity he has already decided he’s not a fan of. The vet’s not especially worried, but he is that much closer to owning that yacht all medical professionals dream of…
I had pondered posting some light-hearted attempt at eliciting donations, something along the lines of issuing a challenge to see who could donate the most for the formerly happiest cat on the planet. But I just don’t feel like laughing. If you’d like to kick in a contribution, it’d sure be appreciated.
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