Princess Sneezy

I went to the animal hospital to see Sneezy tonight. Have I mentioned how vocal she’s become? When she saw me, she yelled, “Mama! Mama!” (okay; "meow! meow!) and hobbled over to the bars of the cage as fast as she could (she has stuff attached to her leg that seems painful). I put my fingers through the bars, and she rubbed and rubbed against them. She was soooooooo happy to see me. She wouldn’t let me stop petting her. After a while, I tried to visit with the poor dogs there who also ate the poisoned food, but Sneezy had a fit and kept calling for me until I came back to her. The vet tech said it did her a world of good, that it was the first time she’d perked up since she’d been there. It was the hardest thing in the world to leave her again. It just about killed both of us. She cried and carried on like I was never coming back for her.

The vet may check her kidneys in the morning. If she’s doing any better, she can come home tomorrow night. If he waits until afternoon to check them, and she’s doing better, she has to wait until the next morning to come home. We didn’t talk about what would happen if she’s not better. If she gets to come home, she’ll have to be on a special diet the rest of her life – dry food. She’s not going to be very happy about that. After all the stuff I’ve read about pet food these past couple days, I’d never give her canned food again anyway – of any brand.