daylight savings at this time of year -- where we "lose" an hour always seems to completely screw with my sleep schedule. Didn't fall asleep till well after 2:00 last night, and then couldn't seem to stop hittin the snooze button this morning until almost 7:00am.
I haven't seen Nemo in two days now, and I'm afraid the next time I do I am going to have to be packing him into his carrier for a slow and sad march up the street.
I'll be leaving the carrier at the vets.
He's definately not getting better. Saturday morning, I was sitting here at the computer when I heard him hissing and growling from behind the dresser in the bedroom, and when I went in there to try to get him out from behind it, he started hissing and growling at me. I backed off. He stayed the rest of the day in there, and whatever was bothering him seemed to have disappated, but he wouldn't come out.
I called the vet yesterday to see if I could bring him in right away, but they were closed on Sunday. I didn't see him all day yesterday, and he's left the wet food in his bowl, which is very strange.
I have been hiding from the reality of what needs to be done here, but I can't hide from it anymore. The hope is gone. There was no miracle, and it would be totally unfair to let him continue on like this.
It's going to be hard on the Morgster I think, he was surrounded by cats his whole life and after 'R' and I split, she took 3 of the 4 cats with her. That left Nemo here with Morgan all day long while I am at the office, and even though it was a cat and dog thing, it was still companionship for him. I just hope he doesn't really remember how big his "pack" used to be.
I haven't seen Nemo in two days now, and I'm afraid the next time I do I am going to have to be packing him into his carrier for a slow and sad march up the street.
I'll be leaving the carrier at the vets.
He's definately not getting better. Saturday morning, I was sitting here at the computer when I heard him hissing and growling from behind the dresser in the bedroom, and when I went in there to try to get him out from behind it, he started hissing and growling at me. I backed off. He stayed the rest of the day in there, and whatever was bothering him seemed to have disappated, but he wouldn't come out.
I called the vet yesterday to see if I could bring him in right away, but they were closed on Sunday. I didn't see him all day yesterday, and he's left the wet food in his bowl, which is very strange.
I have been hiding from the reality of what needs to be done here, but I can't hide from it anymore. The hope is gone. There was no miracle, and it would be totally unfair to let him continue on like this.
It's going to be hard on the Morgster I think, he was surrounded by cats his whole life and after 'R' and I split, she took 3 of the 4 cats with her. That left Nemo here with Morgan all day long while I am at the office, and even though it was a cat and dog thing, it was still companionship for him. I just hope he doesn't really remember how big his "pack" used to be.
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I DO feel great. This diet/workout plan was the best thing I've ever done for myself!!
Though I must say it's nice to hear from people that it's paid off too