Today the vet called. The bloodwork on Six Toes was back. It was, sad to say, horrible. Every level elevated. Sodium through the roof. Evidence for early liver failure. And so on. And so on. It was hard to concentrate with all the medical terminology and descriptions. Hard to get beyond "I'm so sorry."
"But we're going to put him on a medication...hopefully it will help him." said the vet. "We'll do everything we can to see that he enjoys life. Think positive."
Wow. It's hard to think positive when every test is abnormal and results seem dire. Yet Six Toes continues to have a good time in my home, stealing bits of meat from my plate and growling at Buddha while he eats it. Playing with and grooming Bully, his best dog friend. Playing tag as you walk by him around corners. Sleeping in the comfy chair. Watching the birds outside at the feeder. Just like normal.
This afternoon I sat down to sew and there he was...in my lap as usual. With his loud purr. Occasionally trying to snatch the thread from the opposite side of my sewing project. The rascal.
So this evening I'll be heading off to Walgreen's to get Six Toes his medications. And praying. If not begging. Being thankful that he doesn't know how ill he is or how worried we are, those of us who love him. And I'll ask, if you're reading this, that you say an extra prayer or two for my cat Six Toes. He needs all the help he can get. As he has ever since I got him seven months ago.
Six Toes is special.
