Not been the greatest week

I'm still waiting for the sadness to lift, and it doesn't look like it's going any time soon.

In addition to saying farewell to Pepper on Tuesday, we were back at the vets on Thursday with Sylvester, our other cat.  He's had a cyst on the back of his neck that has been coming and going for the last couple of years and it had finally decided to choose this week (of all weeks) to get infected.  It's time for it to be removed.

Jane, the vet, gave him a long-lasting antibiotic injection and said that the infection had to clear up first before it can be excised.  We have to take him back to the vets tomorrow (Monday 8 November) morning when they'll do a pre-anaesthetic blood test to check liver and kidney function first, before operating.  She said he'll be back home in the afternoon.

It's bad enough that we have to go back to the vets but because he's an old boy (he's 14) there's every chance that they'll discover his liver and kidneys are bad and he's only got months to live.  I'm trying not to think about this.  I really couldn't cope if we had to say goodbye to him as well in such a short period of time.

We think he's sussed that something's not quite right at home.  I suppose he can't help noticing that Pepper's not here because they've been together all their lives.  Plus he's now the focus of all our attention, and, to be honest, I'm not sure he appreciates this too much.

I can't relax and stop fretting until he's back home and I know he's healthy, and that's not going to be until tomorrow afternoon.

We left him alone last night and went out to enjoy the fireworks.  The local display is extremely good and goes on for ages but I still felt that I didn't enjoy it quite as much as I have in the past, because I'm still sad about Pepper and worrying about Sylvester.

I also realised that this week was the 10th anniversary of my last miscarriage and the end of our dreams of parenthood.

So, yeah, I'm maudlin'.  Keep your fingers crossed for good news tomorrow.....