Friday, January 17, 2014

Still Kicking

First off, let me say thank you for all your kind words and well-wishes.  That really means a lot to me!  
Twenty-frickin'-something years; that's how long I've gone without having to pay much attention to my chompers, and now, after all these years my problem is that my teeth are infected?!  What the hell is THAT all about?
     I stopped eating, I stopped drinking, I got dehydrated, I lost weight, and I practically strained my vocal chords because my damn teeth were infected!  Who'd have thought such a thing?  
     Sure, sure, I could have tried to tell them that my teeth were bothering me... if I could talk.
     I guess the visit to the vet wasn't as bad as it could've been, considering the results.  Probably the worst part was having to have my, um, butt manually cleaned out.  Yup, I was kind of backed up, and, well, I'm sure you know what happens there.
     So, all of this stuff was because my teeth have issues.  Well, at least most of it.  As for my odd behavior with the toilet, the windows, etc.- don't know what to say on that one.  Must be because of the teeth as well, since I haven't displayed such behavior since the weekend. 
      Mom and dad have been administering (how's that for a big word for so early in the morning! See, I'm feeling better) something called oral antibiotics, which I'm getting better at tolerating.  At first I wanted to gouge the sonofabitch's eyes out for sticking that syringe in my damn mouth, but I know dad does it for my own good.
     As for the toothpaste, I'm fighting the urge to pierce the skin on dad's hand.  I'm trying, I really am, but I absolutely hate things being stuck in my mouth (unless it's something tasty, of course).
    Other than a previously-noted heart murmur and possible kidney concerns (which aren't out of the ordinary for a guy who's pushed his existence as far as I have) I'd say I'm pretty much back to my ornery, mellow, demanding, cuddly, spoiled, sleepy, unique self (I only wrote half of this last part).  
     Again, thank you all so much for your prayers and kind words.   

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Uh Oh, The Dreaded "V" Word

Well, apparently I'm going to the veterinarian.  I overheard mom talking on the phone yesterday, and she was telling someone that I'm acting strange and having some... issues.  
     If I might be so blunt, everyone suffers from constipation once in a while, and I guess my system's off.  I know these two are worryworts, what with my advanced age, but I guess they're getting concerned that I'm also exhibiting some other peculiar behaviors.
     As the photos several posts ago show, I recently began this new obsession with the toilet bowl, and lately I've been drawn to it more and more.  The other night I even tried to lean right in to drink the water as it swirled around when mom flushed.
     Mom and dad provide me with plenty of fresh, cold water, so it's not that I'm not getting enough to drink.  They've also changed pretty much entirely to canned food, but even my desire for that has dwindled and I seem to be losing weight.
     Now, it seems they can't keep me away from the windows in our apartment.  Dad's gotten up and found some of the blinds bent at odd angles, and I have this strong need to get up in/look out the windows. 
       Over these past two days mom and dad have found me standing in the bathtub moaning and wailing.  I hate that tub, and normally want nothing to do with it.  I've been extremely restless for a couple of days, and haven't been sleeping like I usually do.  
     Yesterday they were watching me try to eat, and noticed that I wobble and seem to lose my balance when I try to lean to drink.  They'd previously adjusted the height of my food and water dishes since it seemed that it bothered me to lean down, but it's only very recently that it's gotten worse.
     So, though it's too late to make a long story short, here's where I'm at- They've made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon, but I have this sneaking suspicion they're going to try to take me in today, since I kept them up most of last night with my wailing, and I haven't touched my food at all. 
     I'm telling you- the way these two worry, they're going to make themselves sick!

Thursday, January 9, 2014

I-I-It's Ch-ch-chilly

C-c-can't t-t-type, p-p-paws f-f-frozen!  M-m-m-must f-f-find m-m-mom's m-m-m-m-mittens!
     Okay, I guess I'm exaggerating just a little.  It's not as cold down here as it is in some other places right now.  Hell, where grandson Eli is the windchill has been in the range of 40-50 below zero!
     And I suppose no matter how cold it gets here I should be thankful we're not still living back in Massachusetts.  This'll end soon, and in fact, it's supposed to be up around 70 sometime this weekend.
     I will say I've heard a certain pair of spoiled brats whining about moving to someplace warmer, though.  What a couple of babies, huh? It's peculiar what living close to the beach year-round can do to a person.
     I've got it made here.  Even on these cold nights I've got all I need to keep toasty and warm, and then some. 
     This is me and mom sleeping (well, at least mom's sleeping) on the futon one night recently.  No, they weren't fighting.  Mom just has trouble sleeping sometimes (I suspect at least 50% of the time it's because of my caterwauling for no damn reason during most nights lately) and gets up to sleep out in the living room.  
      How's that for a pair of glowing orbs!
     Actually, after close examination I realized these were taken one night when mom had a cold recently, now that I see the tissue and cough medicine scattered around.  Anyway, my point is that I have all the comforts I need here, so I shouldn't complain.