My headaches are still there every time I look at a screen. No matter how long. Can only hop on for twenty minutes or so a day.
Sadly, my cat – I’ve had her for nine years, rescued her with the R.S.P.C.A – is now suffering pretty badly, and I’m forking £40.00 a week for weekly injections to keep her alive.
It’s a really tough time for me. I know a lot of people don’t really care about cats but… well, I do. Pocket is the one thing permanent in my life and I don’t want to lose her. She’s not old. She still has a life ahead of her. Or was supposed to.
She got poisoned, because some careless human being has “supposedly left harmful litter lying around” as the vet says, since this infection is caused mostly by such. It’s truly awful that because of human error an animal has to pay for it. I’m disgusted, and deeply upset. Apparently this infection is “un-tellable” for quite some time, because cats are “very good at putting up with pain”, so by the time most realize something is wrong, it has developed into later stages. God, I wish I’d have known sooner somehow. And all this because of some littering person. I hope she pulls through. Every life is precious, human or not. This one especially.
She’s not going to stay this large. Hasn’t eaten in five days. I’m not sure what to try, but I need to get her eating again somehow. This week, that’s my mission.
– Back whenever, guys. Watching over my cat in meantime.
