Tuesday December 07, 2004

A pet parent's nightmare

After six months of on-and-off antibiotics for respiratory infections, many x-rays, and countless syringe feedings, I got the worst news a pet mom could have from her veterinarian: something is horribly wrong, and they don't know what it is, or how to treat it.

A few days ago, my eldest rat Fat Bastard became really weak and lethargic, and I noticed his tail, feet, and testicles turned from their usual fleshy pink to a pale blue color. He hasn't been eating much the last 24 hours, and today he could barely lift his head.

I got three different medicines and a can of dog food to give him, at a cost I'd rather not say (though to give you an idea, I'm even more determined now to find a new job). But my vets have no clue whether or not it will do any good.

I don't know if he'll make it to tomorrow. I'd hate to think of finding him lifeless in the morning. But if he doesn't, even though I'll be incredibly sad, I'll at least know that he's had a really kick-ass life with someone that would have severed her left hand for him. Love you, Fatty!