I just got home from visiting Peeka. Her eyes are glazed over and she's unresponsive when I call her name but she's purring like a little motor boat. Doc said that her veins have fattened up a little so they'll try the IV again tomorrow and, in the meantime, he sent one more test to the lab to see in it's bacterial and, if so, he's already started her on an antibiotic. If not, then that means her kidneys are shutting down and I guess I'll have a decision to make. The x-rays didn't show a mass, so no tumor. And both kidneys are the same size. But the poor little girl didn't eat at all today and only drank a little water.

This isn't what I want for any of my cats but esp. Peeka since she suffered so early in her life as a kitten at the hands of abusive kids. I wanted her to spend the rest of her days fat and happy, lying in the sun. My mind keeps going back to when she was a kitten and how she'd tap my eyelids w/her little, tiny paw to tell me that her food dish was empty. She still taps me on the arm when she'd like just a taste of my chicken dinner. (her favorite) I want to cry but can't. I just don't want to lose my little Peekie.

Blessings,
Mary