*sigh* Poor Wibble
As some of you might remember from this pair of posts, as well as this pair and these pictures from
countgeiger, I helped my cat George into the clearing at the end of the path fourteen months ago.
Not long after that, his littermate Wibble turned up hyperthyroid (this is often what it means when an old cat becomes a bag of bones: it's feline overclocking). Well, at least we knew the routine by now--and unlike her brother, she could take thyroid medicine twice a day without obvious adverse effects. We started treatment, figuring that at her age the nuclear option would cost more than relatively inexpensive pills, given the amount of time she likely had left.
The past couple days, while she's always had a delicate tummy, now she's throwing up more than usual (including the thyroid meds, of course), including a clear, slightly bilious vomitus under my desk this morning.
While she's been drinking more than usual, her eyes are sunken, a sign of dehydration.
The vet doesn't have any appointments today--while I could sit with her in a carrier in the vet's office on an emergency basis until someone had time...I don't think that's fair to Wibble, in a strange box in a strange place with no real access to water when she's drinking as much as she is.
There will be an appointment tomorrow instead.
We'll see what happens.
-- Lorrie
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Not long after that, his littermate Wibble turned up hyperthyroid (this is often what it means when an old cat becomes a bag of bones: it's feline overclocking). Well, at least we knew the routine by now--and unlike her brother, she could take thyroid medicine twice a day without obvious adverse effects. We started treatment, figuring that at her age the nuclear option would cost more than relatively inexpensive pills, given the amount of time she likely had left.
The past couple days, while she's always had a delicate tummy, now she's throwing up more than usual (including the thyroid meds, of course), including a clear, slightly bilious vomitus under my desk this morning.
While she's been drinking more than usual, her eyes are sunken, a sign of dehydration.
The vet doesn't have any appointments today--while I could sit with her in a carrier in the vet's office on an emergency basis until someone had time...I don't think that's fair to Wibble, in a strange box in a strange place with no real access to water when she's drinking as much as she is.
There will be an appointment tomorrow instead.
We'll see what happens.
-- Lorrie
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((hugs)) be gentle with yourself
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I'm less attached to Wibble than I was/am to George, but that doesn't make this not suck.
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*hugs*
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love you dear,
Sparrow
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Thank you.
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*hug*
-smk
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Thanks...
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-- Lorrie
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--Ember--
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*hugs*
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Thank you.
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This hits hard for me right now -- we're just a day past Angel's two year anniversary, and tomorrow is Orion's 1st (buffered a bit by the first year mark of having Miss Heidi with us, on the 26th, so it's not all bad) and so I'm in morbid and morose headspace currently. You have my sympathy. :(
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-- Lorrie
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I'm trying to make fingerless mitts with one of them, having reached the point of discovering that Malabrigo-likes are easier on the hands in some ways, but have found that straightforward rib-and-stockinette looks horrid with the colourway.
Started noodling around tonight with Juniper Mitts, save for casting on one fewer repeat than the smallest size recommends with an eye towards doing a proper gussety thumb. (Still trying to decide whether that should go inside the knit bit or the purl bit, and from there whether it's sanest to resume the pattern once enough stitches are increased.) I am dreading something so complicated as COUNTING TO EIGHT, but it's almost like unto Just Ribbing, No Big Deal. I think.
I am so going to be keeping an eye on your socks; if I can get to a stage where sub-worsted weights are on the table again, I may be playing with that pattern myself. Little hats!
* Was a club colourway, but am not in the club. Acquired spares from source.
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And that yarn is a Darn Pretty Color! Yay!
-- Lorrie
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But it would make sense, I guess; it is about to be scary winter in NH and all. (Some of it, I'll admit, is wanting stuff I can wear the rest of the year. I had had a metric ton of boot socks, but can't seem to find them at the moment.)
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