So, we return from the vet again. Tedly is now asexual, and seems happy with that. For once, he's done nothing but nap for 5 hours. Romeo is a different story. The results
of the EKG show conjenital Hypertropic Cardiomyopathy. I have no idea if I spelled any of the above terms correctly, but yes, it's as bad as it sounds. Terminal, in fact. Right now, he's in the early stages of this volitile disfunction, and we're hoping to lengthen his life with medication (we'll know about that on Monday, after the bloodwork shows whether or not his body can handle the meds). The doctor said worst case, we have less than a year with him. Best case, maybe five. I am a wreck. Maybe that's silly, but it's how I feel. I know that in the end this will be positive, because we won't have to watch his health decline year after year, and hopefully we'll have warning when it's getting bad so that we can be with him, and make it as painless as
possible. Still, there's nothing easy about having something you love hurt or damaged, and this is made worse by the fact that I can't explain it to him. For now, the tears have to stop and I have to enjoy the time I've had and the time I've got left. He's my best feline buddy and always will be. We've been quite a pair since the beginning. The above picture is the day I brought him home in April 2001, and the other is of him napping (a favorite hobby) last year.
of the EKG show conjenital Hypertropic Cardiomyopathy. I have no idea if I spelled any of the above terms correctly, but yes, it's as bad as it sounds. Terminal, in fact. Right now, he's in the early stages of this volitile disfunction, and we're hoping to lengthen his life with medication (we'll know about that on Monday, after the bloodwork shows whether or not his body can handle the meds). The doctor said worst case, we have less than a year with him. Best case, maybe five. I am a wreck. Maybe that's silly, but it's how I feel. I know that in the end this will be positive, because we won't have to watch his health decline year after year, and hopefully we'll have warning when it's getting bad so that we can be with him, and make it as painless as 
possible. Still, there's nothing easy about having something you love hurt or damaged, and this is made worse by the fact that I can't explain it to him. For now, the tears have to stop and I have to enjoy the time I've had and the time I've got left. He's my best feline buddy and always will be. We've been quite a pair since the beginning. The above picture is the day I brought him home in April 2001, and the other is of him napping (a favorite hobby) last year.
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I'm sorry, Shelley. I wish I had something profound or even fucking helpful to say to one my best friends in the world right now. love ya, mike
That does help. Love you too.
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