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CATastrophe comes just when we need it

I woke up on Friday to unseasonal rain heavily falling, and an ominous feeling.  My 10 year old cat, who to put it simply is our little animal soulmate, had a massive turn in his health the day before. We had taken him to the vet and he was in over night. It was quite a mystery issue. He was on a drip and they thought perhaps he'd be better after 24 hours, and so we were hoping that he would come home today. Our plans were to head off on Saturday for a surfing holiday. While not ideal, we figured we could bring our cats with us on the holiday so we could keep an eye on the sick one.

Instead, we discovered later that day that he'd gotten worse. He had to go in to a specialist vet to have more investigations.

Then I was aware that I was getting cramps... suspicious period-like cramps. Checking in the bathroom... yes, blood was flowing. This was getting beyond what could pass as "spotting". So I was thinking... Ah #$@#%!  It's looking a lot like this round of IVF has not worked. But I put that thought to the back of my mind, as I was starting to feel convinced we'd have to put our cat down, something I couldn't bear to face.

I was able to leave a little early from work and check in on our cat. It turns out, he needed to have surgery. I won't even mention the cost. I've rationalised it as... At least this cost is one that has a chance of returning a real-life thing that I love back in to my arms. So we went ahead with it.

We are just waiting around now for him to be released from hospital, and crossing fingers that he has no complications. He is doing really well so far.

Unfortunately, the we-really-need-it-holiday is on hold for now.

Sometimes it just seems like you attract disaster... e.g.... just as a side note, the surfboard which I bought for this holiday arrived with dents all through it... Oh and another fun thing happened involving me transporting a couch from Ikea. Funny story in the first instance since my partner got the measurements wrong and we couldn't actually fit all the ikea things in the car. Fortunately that problem was ingeniously solved by opening up the boxes and re-arranging the contents. But I ended up with a large sofa pillow on the roof rack, which later flew off down the highway. As I walked back to get it, hoping it was still ok, there were little traces of fluff all flying across the road, which increased incrementally in size the closer I came to the remains of the sofa pillow. Bit of a face in palm moment.

On the absolute plus side, no one has died! Even my cat, I think he's going to pull through. Have to say that we are feeling a bit defeated (and broke!) at this point ourselves, but we'll pull through too.
Hopefully some surfing to come soon.

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  1. Sometimes you just want to cry, "Enough!" What a week. I'm so sorry for it all. Hope you're at least cuddling the cat soon.

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