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[marta_bee]

Bad news, I'm afraid.

I took Bilbo to the vet because of what seemed like a little kitty-cold, but she's actually quite sick. Dehydrated to the point they had trouble drawing blood, very anemic, and a mass in her stomach. They're talking FIP or maybe cancer. I had to check her in to an animal hospital.

I thought I was doing okay until I got home and realized how quiet it is. I'm still proud of myself and hoping for good news, but really, it's ridiculously empty-feeling around here. And that alone is cutting through the shock.

Spare a thought if you can. :-(

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[marta_bee]

Everything just feels so different. But I'm being gentle to myself and also talked to work and my boss is letting me do what I need to during the day and just call it flex time (I've been working with him for years, he knows I'll get it done). So I do feel better sorted to focus on what matters most.

The hospital says she's more energetic & even fighting them a bit when they touch her too much. She's my sweet girl but she's also a world-class grump so that just seems like her being her real self. We're still waiting on news on a diagnosis, prognosis, all that, so for now it's just one day at a time. It's not okay of course, but within that parameter I really am doing reasonably okay, if that makes sense.