My friend Frank is going through some tough times right now.
A few months ago he was diagnosed with Polycystic Kidney Disease, which basically means he has cysts on his kidneys. He was born with them but it's not something one can necessarily be aware of unless they've had an ultrasound.
We have been giving him fluids with a needle every 2-3 days, as well as stomach medication and antiobiotics.
It seemed like he was bouncing back, but then, in the last week, he's begun to rapidly deteriorate again.
He's not eating, he's lethargic and antisocial, skinnier than ever, just not healthy.
I know he's in some degree of pain.
Frank has always been a bit more fragile than The Kitty, who's a year older and lot larger in the belly area.
In fact, it was The Kitty who woke me up at 4 a.m. when Frank was going into convulsions last year, having had a toxic reaction to what turned out to be potentially poisonous flea medication (made by Hartz - don't buy ANYTHING from Hartz for your pet).
Frank's always been kinda goofy, in a loveable, affectionate sort of way. He's very curious and not really afraid of much of anything, even dogs.
Frank is a lover, pure and simple.
Playful, rambunctious, kooky, and has one of the loudest purrboxes i've ever heard on a cat.
Today, we took him back to the Vet. They're going to run further tests on him.
It seems Frank also has a heart murmur, something we didn't know before today.
One of his kidneys is definitely enlarged again.
We are hoping for the best. But also realize the seriousness of his condition.
It just so sucks because there's only so much one can do.
I've been trying to stay close to home this weekend and just be near him, watch him and make sure he's doing ok, as ok as he can be right now.
This really hurts.