This morning's routine vet appointment led to a three-night hospitalization stay and possible dental surgery on Thursday for Tolly.
In brief, his blood work revealed that his kidneys are in very bad shape. Also, he needs to have some teeth extracted, but with his current kidney condition, going under anesthesia could be potentially fatal for him. Thus, he is spending the next few nights at the vet with an IV to see if anything improves by Thursday for possible surgery. If his kidney enzymes remain the same, we need to look at what else we can do to keep him healthy. The thought of leaving him there was gut-wrenching, but it is our best long-term option. We took Amelie home and visited Tolly again before the office closed. We'll be back to visit, separately and together, a few times a day.
Our pets are our family, and we treat them as such. It felt no different than receiving bad news about a relative at a hospital. We're exhausted. I cried. I became very angry at his past owners for their lack of attention to his health. (The damage to his teeth is due to a long period of neglect/oversight.) I took a nap. I went to yoga to clear my head and realign (and it did help). I ate my feelings in the form of spinach lasagna and peppermint ice cream. I don't want to dwell on an unknown result or what could happen, because it would be as helpful as trying to self-diagnose yourself using WebMD and Google which usually results in thinking you have some form of cancer. Our hearts are bruised to not have him home tonight, and we're nervous about what his hospital stay will reveal. We wish we could talk to him and explain what is happening.
Today I am thankful for Tolly, our first "little one" who joined our family three years and eight days ago. (He was my Christmas surprise!)
I'm going to miss this when I'm getting ready for work tomorrow morning:
Please send good vibes. And if you have pets, hold them close and say "I love you." They won't understand your words, but they'll understand what you mean.