The Home Buddy for this Homebody
Friday, June 19th: Geordi was supposed to go to the groomer's that day. We took him there, he didn't cooperate, they left him in his carrying case (that's a little too small for him), he pooped on himself, we brought him home, without the lion's cut we were hoping to get him.
The next day, he didn't seem right; not the usual morning wake up, seeming to be in pain. I just assumed he was having stomach problems, like he does every once in a while. He didn't seem to get better and at night, Lauren saw blood. We took him to the 24-hour vet, waited 1.5 hours. Who knew the emergency room was so busy for animals on a Saturday night - I guess it's for all those animals who party on the weekend and end up hurting themselves. Anyhow, he had urinal blockage. They would put a catheter in him, and we would have to leave him overnight.
Two days later, there was hope that he would be okay, but he wasn't. The vet said he was still blocked and they would leave in the catheter for another day. If that didn't work, they would have to operate. All the while, I could feel our bank account decreasing. "No surgery" I kept thinking to myself, "that would cost a fortune at the rates this vet charges".
It was odd to not have Geordi around. I found myself waking up much earlier than usual, which is odd since he is often the one who wakes me up. I would be working at home and hear a noise, assuming it was him, only to turn around and not see him there. It was odd to walk around the kitchen without stepping on the grains of litter he leaves everywhere, and seeing no new clumps of fur on the carpet brought a sense of sadness I didn't know I had.
I went to see him at the vet one of the days he was there and he just wasn't the same. He had a cone around his head to prevent him from licking himself. The nurses said he didn't like them, he would hiss and try to bite them every time they tried to do anything to him. Of course, I went in there and pet him, and got him to purr in a matter of seconds.
On Wednesday, he was free to go home. I went to pick him up and had to wait for over 30 minutes, on a Wednesday afternoon - I don't get the waiting at this place. Anyhow, he came home, walked to the middle of the living room and gave himself a good licking. I guess not being able to clean yourself for 3.5 days makes you feel kind of gross.
He was exhausted for that first day back. Passed out on the coffee table, not talking at all, which was good and bad at the same time. He seemed like a different cat. By Thursday afternoon though, he was back to normal - trying to get out of the apartment when I came home from work, fighting with me when I tried to brush him while napping, and sitting on papers I was trying to grade:
Lauren said to me a few weeks ago that it would be difficult for me when we move to Oxford and leave him behind. At the time, I kind of brushed it off, but after this past week, I realize how hard it will be for me to not have him around. I'm a homebody, and Geordi is my home buddy, and as he jumped on my lap this morning preventing me from getting up, and thus forcing me to watch E! News talk about Jon and Kate (like I need to see more of that crap), I didn't push him off. I sat there, and enjoyed the 30 minutes of him sleeping peacefully, on my torso, glad that he was back home.
The next day, he didn't seem right; not the usual morning wake up, seeming to be in pain. I just assumed he was having stomach problems, like he does every once in a while. He didn't seem to get better and at night, Lauren saw blood. We took him to the 24-hour vet, waited 1.5 hours. Who knew the emergency room was so busy for animals on a Saturday night - I guess it's for all those animals who party on the weekend and end up hurting themselves. Anyhow, he had urinal blockage. They would put a catheter in him, and we would have to leave him overnight.
Two days later, there was hope that he would be okay, but he wasn't. The vet said he was still blocked and they would leave in the catheter for another day. If that didn't work, they would have to operate. All the while, I could feel our bank account decreasing. "No surgery" I kept thinking to myself, "that would cost a fortune at the rates this vet charges".
It was odd to not have Geordi around. I found myself waking up much earlier than usual, which is odd since he is often the one who wakes me up. I would be working at home and hear a noise, assuming it was him, only to turn around and not see him there. It was odd to walk around the kitchen without stepping on the grains of litter he leaves everywhere, and seeing no new clumps of fur on the carpet brought a sense of sadness I didn't know I had.
I went to see him at the vet one of the days he was there and he just wasn't the same. He had a cone around his head to prevent him from licking himself. The nurses said he didn't like them, he would hiss and try to bite them every time they tried to do anything to him. Of course, I went in there and pet him, and got him to purr in a matter of seconds.
On Wednesday, he was free to go home. I went to pick him up and had to wait for over 30 minutes, on a Wednesday afternoon - I don't get the waiting at this place. Anyhow, he came home, walked to the middle of the living room and gave himself a good licking. I guess not being able to clean yourself for 3.5 days makes you feel kind of gross.
He was exhausted for that first day back. Passed out on the coffee table, not talking at all, which was good and bad at the same time. He seemed like a different cat. By Thursday afternoon though, he was back to normal - trying to get out of the apartment when I came home from work, fighting with me when I tried to brush him while napping, and sitting on papers I was trying to grade:
Lauren said to me a few weeks ago that it would be difficult for me when we move to Oxford and leave him behind. At the time, I kind of brushed it off, but after this past week, I realize how hard it will be for me to not have him around. I'm a homebody, and Geordi is my home buddy, and as he jumped on my lap this morning preventing me from getting up, and thus forcing me to watch E! News talk about Jon and Kate (like I need to see more of that crap), I didn't push him off. I sat there, and enjoyed the 30 minutes of him sleeping peacefully, on my torso, glad that he was back home.
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