
My Mom and I took my 17 year old cat Patches to the vet on Friday. She hasn't been eating her kibble and has been drinking a lot more for the past week. The vet had to sedate her to get blood and urine samples and she was groggy for the rest of the day. He told us he thought she might have kidney disease or diabetes.
On Saturday, the vet called and told us she has kidney disease. I have to feed her some prescription soft cat food mixed with water in a syringe or she will be in a lot of pain. The vet said as long as we can get her to eat, she shouldn't suffer. It's just so hard to see her dying and worrying about whether or not she's in pain. I cry every time I think about it. She is my little baby and I am going to miss her so much. She has been a great comfort to me.
In my Spanish class, I had three orals and a written exam on chapter 13 and 14. Studying for these exams and worrying about Patches has been really tough.
On Sunday, my brother Ryan turned 26 years old. Our home teachers came over after church. I took Patches outside and she smelled the exterior of the deck and all the chairs. She sat down on the patio across from my chair by the stairs. I put her in the other chair and she sat down in it for a couple of minutes, then continued exploring.
On Tuesday, the railroad tracks wouldn't go up so mom had to pick me up at the 7-eleven in Sunset, because the bus had to make a detoured turn. On Wednesday morning, the bus stopped at my stop and the driver didn't open up the doors and just sat there. I had to walk to the front of the bus from the back and when he saw he said, "Sorry."
I also started reading
Fablehaven by Brandon Mull.