jewel

My cat was taken to the vet this week after progressively throwing up more and more often over the course of two or three months. It used to be only once or twice every two weeks or so, but now it's to the point where it's once or more per day. The vet initially suspected hyperthyroid to be the explanation, but after some bloodwork, it became clear that it was not the case. The only evidence of any kind of problem in the bloodwork was a high white blood cell count. So, there's something wrong, but they don't know what. If what she has isn't figured out through normal testing that doesn't cost hundreds of dollars, then she'll be put to sleep. I've lived with this cat since I was seven years old. I'm almost eighteen, and the thought of her exiting my life is like losing a family member. She can barely climb stairs or even stand for long periods of time. It's gonna be hard for me; I've never lost a pet before. If she's in pain, it's probably best, right? I hope so. I feel really young and small as I write about it. I feel seven again because now is the time that I must appreciate her fully. I never appreciate anything until it's in danger of leaving my life. I hate that.

hmm

I'm content with my life for now. I don't have anything profound to write. I need to remember to do it when it's actually on my mind. I'll write a note.

pulse

I feel my pulse behind my eyes.