The Continung Trials and Tribulations of Miss Olive Bean

Today was a very hard day for both of us.

It was a metals shop day for me, so I was 15 minutes from walking out the door when I went in to check on the Bean. Changing her diaper, wiping her down, etc. And there was blood. Lots of blood.

I immediately got on the phone to the vet. 2pm appointment. So, I did the only thing I could think to do: the metals shop is a block away from my vet. I packed Olive up and went. While I worked, or rather, while I attempted to work, Bean looked up at me from her piddle-pad swathed pen at my feet. She did well, overall. She didn't mind the box (seriously, what cat minds being in a box?)... she just didn't like the bus ride or the fact that the box wasn't on her turf. Luckily, it was my metal sorting day, so it was her and me in the office together, away from customers (except the odd curious one), and relatively quiet.

Cue customer who got me all riled up, telling me it was probably kidney failure. I cried. A lot. At work.

2pm came around. More blood, peed all over the vet. He seems more or less sure it's just a bad UTI (though he assures me we caught it as early as we could... she actually had an appt to check for UTI in her incontinence issues later in the week because it was a mild suspicion). He took samples, and we'll get the answer on Monday. It could be cystitis or a tumor. More rare, it could be something amiss and serious with her kidneys. But I am crossing my fingers that it's a UTI, and we caught it at a treatable time.

Because whoo boy, there is a lot of blood, and it is freaking me out mightily. She is on a UTI medication, a veterinary cranberry suppliment, and various odds and ends. The vet sold us his bottle of dry shampoo so we won't have to put her in the tub every time she needs a cleaning.

(He did say that otherwise she looks good-- good color, good coat, she's picked up a half pound, and is very active. So there is that.)

Please, please, think good energy for the Bean. It has been a rough day for her, and her parents, too. I am totally, totally out of cope. I passed on dance practice tonight because I am frazzled and fragile and generally just not able to do anything worthwhile, lest I start to stress-cry. I am almost looking forward to the hurricane just so I have an excuse to sleep.