Today, my cat Tom who had been hiding under the couch for the last two days came out from under and said "Hi, I would like to feel better." He was weak, stumbling a little, and unbelievably thiner than he had been just two days earlier. The skin in front of his ears was also yellow. Charli and I were just shocked. "What has happened to him?"
I arranged to get him right down to the vet, assuring him in the cat carrier that it would be ok, we will get him some anti-biotics, and he would be fine. Just need to get some food into you buddy!" Now I am crying. Shit.
The doctor called a little while ago to tell me that the Billyruben (I know it isn't spelled right, and I really don't care) score for a normal cat is .1 to .6, and Tom was at 11.8. He was suffering quite badly and what did I want to do. "I have never seen a cat with this sort of billyruben survive, his liver is failing. I am sorry."
I love you Tom, I miss you.
