Mr. Peterson

[rmr]

What a night. Everything fine one second and the next crap. I just got back from the emergency vet, right away I'll say that Mr. Peterson is ok. At least for now. She was acting a bit odd today (yesterday) and I knew something was wrong. I didn't know what. When I was laying in bed tonight a feeling came over me to check her out. So I grabbed her and took a look at her nether region and it honestly looked like her intestines were coming out of her poor little arse. I seriously thought I was going to die.

Some of you will understand this and others will not, but here goes. I've had her for ten years which is basically the whole of my adult life. She was there the day I moved into my very first apartment. Like me she had a penchant for loud music (she liked to sleep on the speaker) and an annoyance with unannounced visitors (she especially didn't care for house guests and would pee on their clothes). She's been with me through career changes, friend changes, address changes and yes boy changes. She's shared many a joyous moment, as well as spent many an evening helping to nurse a broken heart. She's been my one and only consistent over the past ten years and I don't think I ever realized how much she has meant to me until the idea of losing her hit me.

She has two ruptured anal glands and all that can be done is to let them heal and pray that she doesn't get an infection. The worst part is she cannot be bandaged (as the doctor put it "well then her butt hole would be covered), so I'm told it's a bit tricky.

Would you guys send us some good vibes? Say a prayer, ring a bell, do some sort of interpretive dance.....whatever works for you....I'm not ready for this chapter in my life to end and would really appreciate some kind thoughts/vibes from you all.

Thanks for listening.....I needed to vent.