Homecoming...

Arnie came home today. Out of the hospital but still not out of the woods. He looks better, eyes are clear and not running, but he's still sneezing though at the vet they told me he wasn't! They sent him home with some special food and I still have to apply the eye drops. The good news is right when he got out of the carrier he ate and used the litter box. He seems tentative though...not really sure of himself...which I'm sure is because he's a little mad at me for taking him there at all. Brigette was happy to see him at first but then took it upon herself to just sit and stare glumly at me as if to say "Oh, you brought HIM back!"

Arnie needs bloodwork done to find out exactly what the heck all this has been about. I just didn't have the money to get that done right now so they treated his symptoms but I have no firm idea if this was a passing illness or something more serious. I get paid in a week and a half and I'll call the vet then to see if he will do the blood work then. Until then, good or bad, I'll have to take care of him at home. I just hope he's on the mend and doesn't have a relapse before then.

I'm exhausted. This has been the most emotionally draining week for me. In addition to Arnie being so ill, my divorce became final today. I had to go to court this morning and take care of that before going to get Arnie. So, I'm home today with an enormous heahache, a semi-sick catter, and one who's mad at me and I'm just going back to bed. That seems like the safest place for me right now.