I don't talk about Sweeney all that often around here. Sweeney is really more Jose's cat than mine. We've always had a bit of a love-hate relationship, and I've gotten some pretty gnarly scars from him. But of course I love him anyway, even if I might be a little wary around him. We've had him since he was very little, and he's an important part of our little family. Here are a few of my favorite photos of him over the years.
Well, the week before last, Sweeney started acting different. He was laying under my computer desk all day long, and he seemed to not be eating much at all. He felt sort of fragile when we'd try and pet him. We took him to the animal hospital to see if they might know what was wrong. They sent us home with some medicine and said to come back in a couple of days if he was still having problems. Last Monday, when he was decidedly not getting better, I took him back and the vet said that the inside of his mouth was yellowish, so he most likely had hemolytic anemia or liver disease. Yikes. They had to keep him at the animal hospital for about three days while they kept him on fluids and did a lot of blood work. They even had to send a sample of his blood out to a medical center four hours away. In the end, they told Jose that for a 100% sure diagnosis, they would have to do a biopsy and ultrasound, and other tests, all of which would be $5,000 to $6,000. There's just no way we can afford to do that, so they're treating him for what they're pretty sure he has, which is a liver disease, hepatic lipidosis. Jose brought him home on Friday, and while at first he seemed to have a slightly improved appetite, now getting him to eat is not working out too well. He seems a little better than he was before we took him to the hospital, but we're not sure. Somehow we were blessed with not one, but two cats prone to catastrophic illness. We're really hoping he can get past this. Poor guy.