Well. Lydah has everything you can imagine wrong with her, and then some.
No, that's not fair. I suppose she could have had cancer and the vet could have told us that she had to be put down right that very second. That didn't happen.
However, she does have the torn ACL, she does have a severe enzyme deficiency, and she does have bad hips. Which, although that sounds like the least of the problems, is really the very, very worst. You see, bad hips is what you pray your (especially large breed) dog won't have. Because if they have bad hips then they are really likely to get hip dysplasia, which is a chronic, debilitating disease. And then you have to put them down, because they are in too much pain. And guess what! Lydah is a "very strong candidate" for hip dysplasia.
Boy, I am a real joy to be around right now!
Of course, we need to take into effect that I am, as a friend puts it, not just a "glass half-empty" person, but rather a "glass is half-poison" person. And Cody is more of a "glass half-full" or a "what glass; I have forgotten about it altogether in my endless and boundless optimism" person. So if you, as my vet, give me a pretty negative diagnosis, I am going to go home, dress myself all in black, start tearing my garments and putting ashes on my head and mourning inconsolably. And Cody is going to want to rent a movie and pop some popcorn.
Anyway.
My in-laws have had this same cat for over 20 years. The cat, who became known only as "Kitters" (after no one cared enough to name her), has outlasted at least three dogs, several unintentional starvations, and a serious case of worms that may have lasted for at least 5 of those 20 years (my father-in-law, one day recently: "you know, we just thought Kitters had gotten awfully skinny these last few years, but turns out it was just worms! Whaddaya know?"). He then bought some really cheap de-worming stuff and Kitters recovered beautifully. Anyway, she's the sweetest and toughest cat ever, and last night, right after we found out about Lydah's DEATH SENTENCE, we got the call that Kitters had died.
Sucky, sucky days.
awe that is so sad. :(
i'm not a glass is half-full kind of person either. i know it's hard to see the positive side of things when you hear a diagnosis like that. try to keep your chin up.
Posted by: Michelle & the City | December 19, 2007 at 05:37 PM
Sad, sad, SADNESS. So sorry to hear of Lydah's illness and Kitter's passing. That totally sucks balls, for lack of a classier way to put it (or classier disposition in general). You still make me laugh, even admist your dark news day.
Posted by: Tilly | December 19, 2007 at 05:39 PM
I am so, so sorry. I hope things get better.
Posted by: She Likes Purple | December 19, 2007 at 06:37 PM
I am so, so sorry... about Lydah and about Kitters. God, I don't know what else to say. At least she doesn't have nasty butt-worms?
I know how you feel on both counts, having just lost Shadow and currently dealing with The Cat Who Has So Many Issues I Just Want To Scream, and how I feel is extremely sucky. I hope Lydah magically recovers from everything lives a long, injury (and worm) free life.
Posted by: Operation Pink Herring | December 19, 2007 at 07:00 PM
Oh no... poor Lydah and poor Kitters!
I hope you get some good news soon (preferably pet-related).
Posted by: Laurel | December 19, 2007 at 08:36 PM
One of our kittens was hit and killed by a neighbor's car this past weekend. Sucky indeed! I feel your pain.
Posted by: AB | December 19, 2007 at 11:16 PM
I'm so sorry- seriously I am feeling for you right now. I hope that things turn out OK for Lydah, and I am sorry about Kitters. She was a trooper.
Posted by: Amanda | December 19, 2007 at 11:29 PM
Awwwwww Elise I am sorry, that sucks. Suckity suck sucks. Poor animals don't deserve that! Is there anything you guys can do?
Posted by: janet | December 20, 2007 at 12:46 AM
I am so so sorry to hear about this... my sincere condolences.
Posted by: Dory | December 20, 2007 at 11:40 AM
I'm so sorry to hear about Lydah - poor girl! Poor you and Cody! *hugs* I know how attached we can get to our pets. Hub-E and I have a little Dalmatian that we just adore; she means the world to us (we have no kids, either). If something were to happen to her, I'd be depressed for weeks. At least Lydah has and will continue to have a happy, loving life, being spoiled and sleeping with you and such. :( I know, it's hard, though. I hope it all works out for you. Hang in there!
Posted by: Chiada | December 20, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Oh my gosh, I am so sorry to hear about Lydah's problems and even more sorry to hear about poor kitters. I just hope you are doing okay.
Posted by: Lindsey | December 20, 2007 at 10:23 PM