One thing after the other...

I honestly don't know what we did to warrant a streak of such bad luck with our animals. Last week when we took the cats in for a checkup, they found a mass on Zoe's belly that needed to be removed asap. Well that was scheduled for Tuesday, so Monday night we took her in for blood work.

After we waited on the results, the vet came out and asked if Zoe had ever been combo tested. We said yes, years and years ago, but never there. She wanted to do that because Zoe's WBC count was at a 3000, which is super low -- it should be 4,900 at the very least. Long story short, Zoe has FIV, which is the human equivalent to HIV.

We're completely baffled by this and have no idea how she contracted it. It had to be at least 8 years ago when we had Sasha, or maybe a couple years before that when we had Felicia. We have NO idea how this happened.

To make another long story short, we're taking Zoe to Poplar Bluff next week for a second opinion. Our vets bedside manor sucks. She didn't tell us anything about FIV, she just said she wouldn't recommend the surgery, but she could still do it if WE wanted her to. She wasn't even going to do the blood work before her surgery, it wasn't until I started asking what the risk factors were for with Zoe's age, that's when she said she could do that if it would make us feel better.

Of course we wanted her to!

I talked with two different vets offices yesterday and they both said they would have sent Zoe home with antibiotics and retested in a couple weeks. We need to get her WBC count up so that she can have the mass on her belly removed.

You have absolutely NO idea how stressful these last couple weeks have been. Actually these last couple months! I'm on the brink of either jumping off a cliff or becoming an alcoholic.

I am, however, going to try and start blogging again. I need a place to vent and let out my frustrations and feelings. I miss blogging. I love to write and this is literally the only way I can. Of course, things are subject to change, but I'm really trying to be optimistic about the second opinion. I've not been at all ever since she said the lump on Zoe needed to be removed.

With that being said, I do believe I'm going to try and post an "update" blog tomorrow with all the happenings (excluding Zoe) from the last few weeks. Until then...


I'm not ready, not yet...

I was going to start blogging again Tuesday night, or yesterday, but after the trip to the vet Tuesday, I've decided to postpone again.

Una's checkup went well, she looked good and got a steroid shot for her allergies. Zoe looked good overall, but she has a mammary mass that has to be taken off next Tuesday. Mammary masses are not a good sign and they're cancerous 86% of the time. I'm hoping and praying that it's nothing, as is everyone else, but we're also preparing ourselves for the worst.

The vet said it could be nothing, which I'm holding out for. LaVaughn is hopeful and optimistic, as is my aunt. I'm having a hard time with this and just don't feel like myself. I had a nice talk with my aunt earlier and what she said really helped cheer me up.

If something happens to Zoe I'll go off the deep end and like never return. I know this sounds silly to some, but Zoe has been a BIG part of my life for almost 14 years now. I don't plan on blogging anymore until after Zoe's surgery, but it'll likely be after the results come back from the lab as to what the thing is on her tummy.

All I ask is that you keep her in your thoughts, prayers, or whatever it is that you do. We could use anything right now...

Mournful Hiatus...

I had a couple draft posts from last week, but I'm never going to get around to them. I may update on what's happened lately, but not anytime soon. We've had a rough couple weeks, lost too much. The most recent being our precious boy, Bart. I'm not going to be able to write about him anytime soon, so I'm taking a big break from my blog. It's just too painful right now.

Blogging should be fun, not stressful and sad, tedious or a duty. I'm taking time to reflect and gather myself. If by some miracle I have the strength to blog, I will.

Until then...

RIP My Precious, Bart

You will live on in my heart for the rest of my life. Until we meet again...

March 23rd 2012 - May 1st 2016