Dodged a Bullet ...

So yeah, Thursday was a very harrowing day. I took PTO from work so I could hang out with Anya who has been in a rough way lately. Her annual appointment with the vet was Thursday afternoon.

For a while it looked like it would be a one-way trip. She was feeling mighty poorly.

The Doc agreed that she'd seen better days, she'd lost two pounds since her last visit, but that was to be expected for a 19 year old feline.

Doc suggested some blood work and a subcutaneous infusion of fluids. The blood work to check her kidneys, the fluid to help her regain some strength.

Anya did perk up and was looking at me as if to say, "Dad, let's get the heck out of here, you know how I don't like doctor's offices."

So home we went. When she bulled her way out of her kennel - no exaggeration, when I unlatched the door she hit it like a bull out of the chute at the rodeo. BAM!

She looked around the kitchen like the new sheriff in town. She looked like a power lifter with all the excess fluid in her, her "shoulders" were literally bulging. I made myself very small.

Then I gave her some fresh food, she hit her dry food like a great white shark going after a dead whale.

So she's still alive, still kicking.

We know she's got more days behind her than she does ahead. but it's good to see her perk up a bit before Mama gets home on Sunday.

Thanks for all the good wishes and prayers. I appreciate it, as does Anya.

Be well.