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Towards the end of my tapas tour yesterday (with a lovely couple from London, Alison & Michael) I got a call from Nog saying that Azar was “in distress”, going to the litter box and crying, etc. And so I got home as fast as I could and the poor thing really was looking sad. He was also throwing up, which he’s done before when straining to go in the box. He didn’t seem hungry at all but remained very thirsty. This is a photo I took a couple of weeks ago when he started only wanting to drink water from “my glass” so I got out a different glass for him and since then it’s been his own private one. But I could tell that he was drinking and peeing a lot more than usual and feared the worst – chronic kidney disease like Sunny had. I was actually planning to take him in for a full check-up (blood tests, the works) after the holidays, but now looks like I’ll be going tomorrow.
After a very fretful night with poor Azar up and down (and leaking poop everywhere – eww!) I was almost ready to take him in to the emergency vet service this morning, because I hadn’t actually seen him pee since I got home yesterday and when I called them yesterday I was told the primary problem may actually be a blocked urethra. But just now, after yet another long drink, he peed in the box no problem. Then strained again to poop and ended up throwing up all the water. So… I dunno. I think he’ll be okay waiting to see his own vet tomorrow morning. Not only does the emergency vet service cost a lot more, but it’s a vet who has never seen Azar before, doesn’t know his history, etc. Meanwhile, am going out to the pharmacy to ask about a mild suppository, like they give to babies, to see if this might alleviate the immediate problem.
My beautiful boy. Ever since his “mystery illness” last year every day with him has felt like a gift, and I have worried every time he sneezed or seemed a bit out of sorts. But perhaps this will also turn out to be just another glitch in the “old age” thing and he’ll stay with us for some time to come. Hoping with all my heart that this is so.
Something I have always wanted to do is see London at Christmastime, even though some die-hard Londoners like Steve tell me it’s all a bunch o’ nuthin. But I really do love Christmas and all that goes with it, and since getting cancer it does always cross my mind (as it does on every important calendar date) that this might be my last one. And so imagine how thrilled I was when a London-based journalist asked on Twitter if there was someone who would like to house & cat sit over the holidays! I spent days fantasizing about having a house to myself – though with a cat so I wouldn’t get lonely – and being able to work and re-connect with some of the people I met last September. And of course see Steve & Sara and the Hackey Gang again, as well as Lizzie who would be in town for family get togethers. I rationalised the cost of the airfare as a “business expense” (which is actually true) and calculated that I wouldn’t be eating out as much as when I was there last time. Really, the idea was to get lots of work done “at home”, meet up with a few friends and biz contacts, have a couple of nice meals out, SEE THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, and then come home again.
casa azahar 