If You Look Closely

You can see me in his eyes taking his picture.

I keep expecting to see him zoom around the house, feel him give me a head butt, hear his big purr, and smell his warm fur. 

My big Monkeypants Munchkin Moomifer.

Moomin's Last Photos

I lost Moomin today. I can't talk, so here are his last pictures. He was a very brave boy.

I'm going to miss him SO very much.

Damn Calls Scaring the Crapola Out of the Cat Herd

Every time the phone rings you'd think there was a major catastrophe occurring at my house that involves everyone with four feet and whiskers running amok through the house like their frickin' tails were on fire.

Just saying.

So I got home from work today and Moo seemed like he was regressing just a tiny bit, gave him his Lasix early, and decided to read until cat dinner which happens at 5pm or after because if they are fed ANY earlier, they wake my ass up accordingly and I really don't want lofting Doodle across the bedroom on my conscience.

Anyhoo, right about dinnertime Moo decided to go all testosterone on Doodle and I had a major cat fight, slash wrestling death match, slash guerrilla warfare, slash chunks of fur flying (and I do mean that literally) all over the house on my hands. I broke it up and followed the Moo into the dining room and his breathing was off the charts. 

I checked back with him a half hour later and it was still way up there - so I gave him two tabs of Lasix and will be checking him again at around 11pm. He may end up getting another two or one. Right now he's on the two tab track, looks like a repeat of Friday. That damn fluid around his heart can build up at the drop of a hat/blink of an eye and our weather certainly isn't helping. Ah well.

Also this weekend: I went to a book sale and got some book crack (yeah me) along with two tiny little foreign language dictionaries for my brother for his b'day (belated), got crank-called all Saturday night by some little girl who thought she was all that and a bag of chips (wait til her parents see the cell phone records), and weeded Sunday morning (three wheelbarrowsful of them) - was that a buggy adventure and a half: spiders, ants, earwigs, crickets, grasshoppers, grubs, something bright bright green and caterpillary/tomato hornwormy, worms, beetles, Japanese beetles, and some little white tiny flying things that tried their level best to end up in my mouth, up my nose, and in my lungs. But on the bright side with all my Pilates, the two hours of weeding did not result in my back hurting at all. YES!

So For the Moo

Friday was not a good day. Had to call Dr. H again. 

New plan: if Moo is breathing 50 breaths per minute I'm to give him 2 Lasix tabs. If he's breathing at 60 breaths per minute, three tabs is strongly recommended.

I was directed to give him two tabs at 8pm and then again at midnight and Saturday morning the difference was AMAZING. It was a shot in the arm. Moo's breathing hasn't been this "normal" easy and effortless since frickin' the beginning of June.

Of course I'm being cautiously optimistic. But I have a plan and Dr. H has been super, just super for self-confessed and obvious dog person.