... feeling green
... mr puddins needs everyone's help please. known and loved by all, my baby boy is suffering from liver failure and currently not doing too good. for anyone who's read my blog from the start, mr puddins, (who's real name is hidden to protect the innocent) was the original inspiration of my blog, and an often-seen contributor to my comments when posting on other folk's blogs.
he's jes' not doin' to well. he now jaundiced, a sure sign of liver-related toxicity and is actually turning yellow (skin, eyes... so in retrospect i colored this picture incorrectly) my poor baby boy is jes' ragged too. he's stopped grooming, and has lost over 12lbs. and yesh, before anyone begins doing the math, mr puddins was also aptly nicknamed "lardass, thunderbutt, fattyboy, chunkyboy, cougar, and puddins," for his heaviest weigh in was about 2 years ago @ 26lbs. (for any of you not familiar with the pacific northwest, that's about he size of a fully grown cougar, or perhaps a small bear)
while my constant attempts to mask my gnawing pain and torn soul over this sweet little baboo's plight is sad and transparent by my attempts of interjecting humor throughout this post may tire some of you... trust me, it's about all that's keeping me going. with all the other shit going on in my world, my rocks are my stoopid, silly and utterly devoted animalz that keep us both/me sane.
mr puddins is faced with that likely biopsy and the results could see his future involving a tube & plug from his gut/side for 3-6 weeks to continually feed/medicate/fluidate (<-- learned me a new word today @ the vets?) to reverse the symptoms... OR the worst of all possibilities could happen too.
we're not ready to give up on our baby boy. 6 years ago i brought mr puddins into the barnes&nobby store where wifee worked. i walked right up to that middle customer service desk and asked if she had any books on how to care for a kitten. before she could answer, i removed lil' mr puddins from beneath my jacket and plopped him down on her keyboard. holy shit the whole store turned to instant goo... mr puddins was head-knobbing his way around the entire circular workstation and positively whoring it up with anyone and everyone for attention. amidst the "mew mew mew's," wifee and i knew we officially had our hands full.
okay... shit. keyboard getting blurry now. don't think it's waterproof. send your luv peoplz. mr puddins needs you.
7 comments:
Hope you get good news from the vet. My family, and our pets, and me all send our love to you and mr puddins, and your wifee too. Hang in there, it will all work out for the best.
I will be keeping Puds in my mind!
Oh honey..... :(
My heart goes out to you, insanely so. Keep us posted and hope upon hope the kitty is ok.
***hugs***
Man, do I know the pain you are feeling now. Socks, the cat prior to Hazel, was mis-diagnosed by one vet. When we finally got him to a good vet it was too late. He was suffering with kidney failure.
Socks, aka, Turkey, Jive Turkey, etc., had been with us for longer than I can remember. He was an orange tabby. He was, Socks. He was so ill that we had to have him put down. Maryann had to drive to the vet's while I held him. It was difficult to find my way back to the van through the tears that were falling freely.
So, mr. puddins, your staff has been fortunate to have had you in their lives. You have treated them properly with just the correct amount of catly disdain. We wish you well on your journey through this life. However, if you really want to mess with their minds, get better very quickly and demand only the best of everything, to include being carried around on a satin pillow. Maybe the pillow should be a softer, warmer fabric. The choice is yours.
Hazel sends her love, and so do we to you and your staff.
Jack & Maryann
poor baby! hope he's ok!
We just went through something like this recently with our lil' Buddy McFatpants, and our hearts SO go out to you.
*fingers crossed & hoping*
-doug & lani
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