kryskat
Member Since 2010
I think today is going to be our next to last day together. I think tomorrow might be the day. I already called to see if her regular vet is going to be working tomorrow and she is.
This morning, she was following me from room to room. I force fed some small portions twice before leaving for work. I left later than usual because she wanted to go out. She went down all the stairs too quickly, almost fell, and then sat in front of the door to the front porch. So, we went out and she walked around. Walked slowly down the driveway, stopping to rest for a while, then continuing down to the backyard, where she hasn't been in a long, long time. I think she was checking out her domain... maybe taking it all in one last time. Then she walked slowly back to the front of the house and went up the steps to the porch. I finally had to pick her up and take her upstairs. She made a break for it again when I tried to leave and tried to get out again. I don't know if she just wanted out or if she wanted to go with me. I carried her up the stairs and put her on the couch and left before she could follow.
She's filling up with fluid again - you can see her abdomen looking fuller and fuller. She's uncomfortable.
I'm going to tell my favorite Kasha story now. I've been saving it. I probably won't do it justice, but it's all I've got.
When we adopted Kasha, my ex-BF and I would spend our vacation time traveling to Grateful Dead shows in the midwest/east coast area during the summers. Kasha came with us to at least one show. The weekend after that show, we were going to go away again and I thought we'd give her a break and leave her home that time. When I got home, I remember opening the door to the apartment and seeing something lying on the floor in front of the door. It was kind of dark in the hallway, so it took a moment to figure out what it is. It was a Barbie Doll head. Kasha had gone into the upstairs closet, I don't remember if she had to tear the head off the Barbie or not, but somehow she rummaged around and got the Barbie Doll head, took it downstairs and left it in front of the door so it was the first thing we'd see when we got home. She came over with that smug look on her face. I believe she was telling us that she didn't like us leaving her home alone. It was a warning to us - kind of a "heads will roll" sort of threat. This time the Barbie's head. Next time, one of ours.
I love that little girl more than anything.
Yesterday - including vet update
This morning, she was following me from room to room. I force fed some small portions twice before leaving for work. I left later than usual because she wanted to go out. She went down all the stairs too quickly, almost fell, and then sat in front of the door to the front porch. So, we went out and she walked around. Walked slowly down the driveway, stopping to rest for a while, then continuing down to the backyard, where she hasn't been in a long, long time. I think she was checking out her domain... maybe taking it all in one last time. Then she walked slowly back to the front of the house and went up the steps to the porch. I finally had to pick her up and take her upstairs. She made a break for it again when I tried to leave and tried to get out again. I don't know if she just wanted out or if she wanted to go with me. I carried her up the stairs and put her on the couch and left before she could follow.
She's filling up with fluid again - you can see her abdomen looking fuller and fuller. She's uncomfortable.
I'm going to tell my favorite Kasha story now. I've been saving it. I probably won't do it justice, but it's all I've got.
When we adopted Kasha, my ex-BF and I would spend our vacation time traveling to Grateful Dead shows in the midwest/east coast area during the summers. Kasha came with us to at least one show. The weekend after that show, we were going to go away again and I thought we'd give her a break and leave her home that time. When I got home, I remember opening the door to the apartment and seeing something lying on the floor in front of the door. It was kind of dark in the hallway, so it took a moment to figure out what it is. It was a Barbie Doll head. Kasha had gone into the upstairs closet, I don't remember if she had to tear the head off the Barbie or not, but somehow she rummaged around and got the Barbie Doll head, took it downstairs and left it in front of the door so it was the first thing we'd see when we got home. She came over with that smug look on her face. I believe she was telling us that she didn't like us leaving her home alone. It was a warning to us - kind of a "heads will roll" sort of threat. This time the Barbie's head. Next time, one of ours.
I love that little girl more than anything.
Yesterday - including vet update