Too Stupid To Die

That's what my sister says, at least. She expects Puff to live to 105 because she's too stupid to realise she's supposed to be dead.

Yes, that's right: Puff-Puff lives.

Not well, but...better than yesterday. I went to see her today, and she is kind of in and out of consciousness, but she's responding to something she's on. She has a heating pad, and a blanket, and could go any time, but at least she's alive for now, and she's not in any obvious distress or pain, but that could be the kitty valium and painkillers she's on.

When I went to see her, I rubbed her head like she likes, and called her name. She opened her mouth like she was trying to say, "Yip!" every time I said her name. Just no sound came out, because she's weak.

At one point, she actually became pretty lucid, and picked her head up and looked right at me. But just for a minute. My Puff's a fighter. She has some kind of pulmonary edema and pneumonia, and the mysterious lung spots. The pulmonary thing and the pneumonia thing the vet thinks might be related to the lung thing, but she's responding to something she's on.

And the vet didn't exaggerate; he has her on a lot. I saw everything but Marvel Mystery Oil, Viagra, and Febreeze on her dosing sheet. But I have to hand it to him, in the tenacity department at least--something's working.

I'll have to cash in this year's Roth to pay for this or take out a student loan or something, but it's worth it.

Her Tech is nice. :-) She said she was praying for Puff all night; she's been working with her since she came in last Thursday, and said she would be very upset if Puff doesn't make it.

You and me both, kiddo.

C'mon, Puff...hang in there for Mom...