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Monday, May 12, 2008


Hi, everyone!

Sorry, I've been AWOL lately. The two weeks after coming back from Boston have been very, very busy work weeks, and then I took this weekend off from everything.

One thing has been weighing heavily on my mind, though. It has to do with little Sushi. A few weekends ago, I was chatting with one of my neighbors. She also has a kitty, and we discovered that we were going to the same mobile vet. Her kitty, like Sushi, is on the older end of the spectrum, and was very not used to going outside and seeing strangers. So, a mobile vet was ideal. The neighbor informed me that she had felt uneasy about the mobile vet's competence, so she bit the bullet and took her kitty to a regular vet down the street (our area is very pet friendly and is loaded with vets).

Based upon the mobile vet's analysis, my neighbor's kitty was prescribed some ear medication for a "slight infection." But, when the new vet examined the kitty, the new vet said that the medication should not have been prescribed because the ear drum could not be seen. A more indepth examination and test was done, and it turned out that the infection was not slight. New medication was prescribed and the kitty's hearing (once thought lost) has been regained! Furthermore, the other things that the new vet prescribed have given "new life" (my neighbor's words) to her kitty. The kitty is more lively now and have begun to do things that she had long ceased to do. The diminished mobility that was thought to accompany old age was apparently due to extended periods of just not feeling 100%.

After hearing this, I was of course ecstatic for my neighbor. However, I now feel very upset about not taking Sushi for a second opinion. My poor kitty. All I did was feed her regular stuff available from any supermarket and commercial places like PetsMart. I should have looked around for better food like I am feeding the Nu kitties now. I love and miss Sushi so much. And, now, I have yet another thing to feel like shit about regarding how I treated her.

I'm sorry to be such a Debbie Downer, but I just have to get that off my chest. I know you guys will tell me that I shouldn't blame myself, but we will all know that I should have brought her to a proper vet for a second opinion.



Anonymous said...

I wouldn't take lucy to a vet for a second opinion. I listen to what her vet tells me and thats it. Now that you know this vet is maybe not top notch, you will not take the Nu kitties there. You were trying to help Sushi by not stressing her out by taking her outside....there is a lot of love in that! My grandpa passed away recently and my whole family keeps thinking what if...what if...regarding a number of decisions we made. In the end you have to let go and realize you did the best you could with the information you had at the time, learn from it, and keep your thoughts of her loving and fond. love to you and the kitties!

- Lucy's mom

Man from U.N.C.L.E. said...

Some things are out of our control, NN. Even with the best medical attention the circle of life will only be extended, but never broken. "There is a season...etc."

Mr. Nonny Nu said...

nobody loved sushi more than i. this is no way to honor her memory, and it certainly won't bring her back. it is better to embrace the reality of an occurrence, rather than speculate ad infinitum in regret over something that can never occur.