I will spare you the details — it involved nasty bodily fluids from both ends of the cat — but he needed to see the vet right away.
Luckily, my vet’s office could get him in within the hour of my calling and so we headed out.
The office is only a few miles from my house, but when a beloved pet is sick, those miles feel soooooo long. And that’s when my mind starts to run through all the possible scenarios and all of them are dire.
Thai is 11 years old, which is a senior for a cat but not geriatric. Still, I know that my normally healthy kitty could be in for some age-related health problems. He may be a pain most of the time, but I can’t imagine life without him.
Thankfully, my worries were for naught. The worst cast scenario I imagined (kidney failure) did not happen. He had a bladder infection for which the very helpful and compassionate vet (that was our impression of the doctor, not Thai’s) gave him injections of an antibiotic and a steroid.
He spent the night in my husband and my bedroom and we monitored him (he mostly slept) and by the next day he was back to his old self.
Maybe I just overreacted because Thai occupies a huge space in my heart. But doesn’t every pet parent fear the worst when a furry family member is suddenly ill? Or am I just a worry wart of epic proportions?