Sometimes there's just not enough.
Of any of it.
I should have included chocolate and ice cream in that list, too, but I thought the title was ridiculously long as it was.
We are likely losing another kitty this week, and I want to crawl in bed, pull my covers over my head, and forget reality and adulthood and responsible parenting (of both the two- and four-legged urchins) for another year.
When your vet's first reaction, upon hearing that your 13½-year-old cat has had seizures, is "I don't think it's the meds, given her age; it could be a brain tumor," it's not good news.
We are sure now that it's not the meds.
Which means that our very smart, usually-right vet is probably, well, right, and it's not something we want to think about.
I just wish I could actually concentrate on the work I'm trying to distract myself with.
So sorry you are going through this, again, so soon! Prayers headed your way!!!
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