Long

Long hours turn into long days.
Long days turn into long weeks.
Long weeks turn into long weekends.
Long weekends turn into long months.
Which brings us to October.

October has been a long month and it's only just started.

I've been working some OT at work but my ambition to even do that is quickly fading. I just feel a little blah. Work has been exhausting and emotionally draining. I never really understood how that happens but having to deal with the same things day in and day out really does make you exhausted, to the point where I would rather just sit at home and sleep most of the day. Or you sit and ponder all the other things you could be doing (knowing well that even if you were at home you wouldn't be doing them)

Add to that the fact that I am lazy. I don't remember being lazy, I played sports in high school so I wasn't a complete bum, and sitting in a chair all day for work doesn't help. I'm still working to find that inner motivation that I've lost and I really do want to be more active and walk or run but I am full of a million excuses and not a single one of them would hold up in court. My dad joined the gym again for the winter and I hope that making a deal with him to go will be enough to keep me honest.

Then on top of all of that. Friday night, my cat Domino who I've had since I was 7 had a stroke. Domino has been my buddy, my pal and bedtime snuggle bud for like the past like 18 years. Before I had him he was my granny's (great grandma) little buddy but once she started to get older she was afraid she'd trip over him so we took him in. She loved the little guy, and she'd always laugh and get annoyed at him when he'd leave his wet balls in her bed. He liked to leave his play toy balls in his water dish then jump up into bed with it and you'd roll over and have a wet surprise.

We took him to the vet and the news isn't good. He is unable to walk because he has no feeling in one of his front legs and has had a few seizures. He was given a steroid shot and sent home for us to wait it out. As of today he seems a little more alert but still unable to move. He will eat and drink when we feed him and we have him on a little puppy pad since he can't get up to go to the bathroom. I've read online that strokes in cats aren't like in humans and most cats can recover. How long do you hold out for better? We were told by the vet that if he isn't better by tomorrow he probably won't get better. He doesn't seem to be suffering which doesn't make my looming decision any better. I just really don't know what to do at all. It has been a very very long weekend and I haven't got a whole lot of sleep, a few naps here and there but I've been wanting to keep an eye on him. Gma has been nice enough to watch him downstairs for me so I could shower and get a nap. Everytime I'd leave the room when he was in my room he'd start to meow because I wasn't there. If you don't have pets or don't like pets you probably won't understand, but this is very difficult for me.

A very long weekend indeed. Keep Domino in your thoughts and me as well. It's going to be a tough few days in trying to decide what is right for him.