Cat-pee-lah!!

Teddyboy, the youngest in the gang is down with FLUTD.

FLUTD, what's dat??

Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease.

Not contagious, induced by food, or stress, or dirty litter, or simply idiopathic (unknown) means.

History:

3 weeks back he had this, and was put on antibiotic for 10days.

He recovered and was bouncing around within 3 days.

Last Saturday, he started the out-of-litterbox routine again.

He was crouching and straining himself on everything else, carpets, toilet floor, kitchen mats,

and everywhere else, however to no effect.

So Sunday morning I rushed him to Mt Pleasant Emergency, only to be told that the doc is not available until after 8.30am. And the charges for emergency consultation will be $267!!

So off we went to AMK vet, and by 9.30am he was seen and then warded.

We took him back from the vet on Monday night, he looked miserable.

He still has bloody urine and is not able to pee properly.

We have to administer drips daily and also unplug his urinary catheter daily.

I can't sleep, can't eat and can't rest, just worrying about him.

He looks so weak and refuses to eat. He only drinks a bit of water.

Poor Teddy, we're trying our best here...

Even Nyai has taken turn to take care of him in the day while I'm at work.

My little girl takes care of him once she's home from school.

All of us taking turns to care for him, round-the-clock.

I hope he knows how much we love him!!

Though this may sound funny, I pray to God that Teddy can pee again!!

Hair, Wear & Tear...

I have a long love-hate relationship with my hair.

Either it is too short or too long, too thick or too baldy,

too-whatever-is-the feeling-of-that-moment.

The last few weeks I felt so bored with myself, felt old and miserable.

I was too tired to pay attention to my hair until I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday.

Gosh! I look so beaten, haggard and tired.

But then, I got inspired to get a cute haircut.

Heavy top and thin bottom... sounds like me (or what I wish to be, hee hee!)

So off to the hair saloon after work.

And with the sheer genius of my stylist friend, there I was, looking good again.

I felt totally young and refreshed.

Feel my energy is renewed and my smile came back to a girlish grin!!

Step out of the saloon, I felt many eyes looking at me,

saw people giving me second glance...

it is either the hairstyle or the re-born spirit that was unleashed from

the strands of hair snipped.

This will last for at least 2 months before the outcropping starts again.

But at least I have 2 months of the look-good feeling!!

One year on.... (almost)

Didn't feel like a year... seriously.

Time really flies.

I'm still here, doing something, trying to do something...

Had a brush with the enemy, but I controlled myself...

not wanting to stoop down that low.

Eid has come, another year of reflections of what I've done...

My girl's condition is now more stable.. she's responding well to her meds.

Now we are trying to wean her off the steroids.

Mom and dad... ahh.

What can I say?

I'm living my life the best way I know and can...

Mom and dad... the unending drama in my life!

Going to NYC this december.

My niece is coming along with us.

Hope everything will go well.

I told her that only lodging is provided, everything else will be on our own.

Only God knows what and how my hubby is doing for himself.

I have, kind of, let go...

I need strength to let go...

Only God knows......

Wonder what is in store for me in the future.....