Bob's babydoll
10-28-2005, 07:50 PM
Well, it's been quite an emotional week for me. I'm very grateful that my darling Robert Daniel was here with me to help me through the not so good stuff. He arrived Monday evening around 7 pm. My parents happened to be in Las Vegas this past week so it was nice to have him stay at my house rather than have him stay at a hotel for 4 nights. I'm glad things worked out that way because if he had to pay for both the gas he used to drive out here and a hotel room...well, who knows if he would have been able to made it here at all.
I had an appointment on Tuesday for my beloved kitty, Olivia and Bob took me. She was due for her yearly checkup anyway, but I had been noticing that she felt thinner to me and she didn't have the appitite she normally has. When the vet weighed her and told me she was 6 pounds (as opposed to 9 pounds last year), my heart sank. The vet reccomended that a blood test be done so Olivia's interal organs could be checked. My first thought was "her heart". She does have a heart murmur and it's at about a grade 3 (on a scale of 1-6). Bob suggested it could be her thyroid as well and as he comforted me, he reassured me that everything was going to be fine.
Dr. Resnick called back on Wednesday evening with the test results. It is Olivia's thyroid, which is hyperactive, something that is very common with older cats. She's thirteen. I know that it's something that can be controlled with medication, and Bob's cat, Samantha had the same condition and did quite well on the medication... I just feel so badly that Olivia is going to have to be on medication for the rest of her life. I just thank God its a conditon that can be controlled.
As always when we're together, I think I bonded just a little bit more with Bob, gotten a bit closer, fallen in love with him just a little bit more. It just seems all my anxieties, all my fears melt away when we're together. He wanted to leave today by noon so he could be back in Mcfarland hopefully by 10 his time. I was fine as we said our goodbyes, knowing we are going to see each other again in about 6 weeks. But then as his truck turned the corner and I didn't see it any more, and all the emotions of the past week snuck up on me, I began to cry. I'm glad I don't have to go back to work until tomorrow. It's always so difficult for me to get back into "the swing of things" after spending time with Bob. However, I am glad that I am going back to work pretty quickly. The longer I'm away from my "real life" the the more difficult it is to go back to it.
I had an appointment on Tuesday for my beloved kitty, Olivia and Bob took me. She was due for her yearly checkup anyway, but I had been noticing that she felt thinner to me and she didn't have the appitite she normally has. When the vet weighed her and told me she was 6 pounds (as opposed to 9 pounds last year), my heart sank. The vet reccomended that a blood test be done so Olivia's interal organs could be checked. My first thought was "her heart". She does have a heart murmur and it's at about a grade 3 (on a scale of 1-6). Bob suggested it could be her thyroid as well and as he comforted me, he reassured me that everything was going to be fine.
Dr. Resnick called back on Wednesday evening with the test results. It is Olivia's thyroid, which is hyperactive, something that is very common with older cats. She's thirteen. I know that it's something that can be controlled with medication, and Bob's cat, Samantha had the same condition and did quite well on the medication... I just feel so badly that Olivia is going to have to be on medication for the rest of her life. I just thank God its a conditon that can be controlled.
As always when we're together, I think I bonded just a little bit more with Bob, gotten a bit closer, fallen in love with him just a little bit more. It just seems all my anxieties, all my fears melt away when we're together. He wanted to leave today by noon so he could be back in Mcfarland hopefully by 10 his time. I was fine as we said our goodbyes, knowing we are going to see each other again in about 6 weeks. But then as his truck turned the corner and I didn't see it any more, and all the emotions of the past week snuck up on me, I began to cry. I'm glad I don't have to go back to work until tomorrow. It's always so difficult for me to get back into "the swing of things" after spending time with Bob. However, I am glad that I am going back to work pretty quickly. The longer I'm away from my "real life" the the more difficult it is to go back to it.