The whole day was planned: I was to go to work come back around 3, take a shower, do my hair and makeup carefully and then get our way out there to wait for the limo. Of course thing don’t ever work that way.

Work was pretty uneventful but long. I left a little before 3 and when arrived home my grandfather was drying off the dogs since he gave them a bath. I played with the puppies for a little while and then headed inside. When I went in I saw my grandmother at the top of the stairs trying to thread a needle but having a lot of trouble. We talked about how our days went and I attempted the needle threading. I asked what she was going to sew; what she told me made my heart drop to my feet. "Your grandfather accidentally cut Cappuccino and he’s going to sew him up."

I can’t really remember much of what really happened. I remember being really upset with with my grandfather since I’ve told him many times before about why he shouldn’t go near the pets with scissors (since he’s cut the dogs before but nothing too bad). I also remember crying really bad when i saw how bad it really was.

My kitty’s doctor wasn’t in the office so I had no choice but to take him the animal emergency room nearby. I had no idea there was a such thing in the area and I’m glad to know now. He was seen after an hour wait and we were told that he would be cleaned and stapled in less than half an hour. It was a relief for me and David (who met me at the emergency room) knowing that he would be alright. 15 minutes later the doctor attending to Cappuccino came in to tell us that as she was trying to put in the staples she noticed that the numbing wasn’t working for him, the cut was actually jagged, and that his skin was really thin due to a suspicion that he has something else wrong with him. Her suspicion was renal failure or feline diabetes.

For a while I’ve had my suspicion about him being sick, so I made an appointment for all of them to see the vet. Diabetes I could deal with since he can live through it, renal failure not so much. So of course I’m sitting in the room bawling my eyes out when the nurse leaves to print up all the things they need to do to help Cappuccino. They have to first warm him up because his temperature was 94 degrees (normal for cats is 101) before they can sedate him, run blood work on him to figure out why his skin is so thin, and then if they find out why they can operate on him. When it came time to sign all the papers there was one asking to do CPR if he went into cardiac arrest and the doctor told me this was essential for him because of his age and condition and I started to cry even harder. He’s my baby, I really didn’t want to know that he might die during a simple procedure because he is so sick.

I felt like it was my fault he was so sick and now I have to leave him in a strange place all on his own while I will go party it up in the city. The only reassurance I had was knowing that they would call me if anything were to happen. One of the nurses told me no news is good news. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up.

I did get a call at my cousins’ house. They called me to tell me that Cappuccino was indeed a diabetic. He has a lot of glucose in his blood and urine. They did get his temperature up and they would be operating on him soon. She also told me that he was a sweetheart and was lazing around under the heater they put him in. I still couldn’t have fun the whole night which made me into a really crabby person.

In the morning I called up the hospital and they told me they started his insulin and he was doing really well. As soon as we got there the doctor told us what to do and that he’s a really goofy cat. Apparently, he was the only cat there that was remotely nice to them and would sleep half-way off his bed because of his being sedated.

His stitches seem to be doing well right now. The only thing I have to do now is make sure he gets all of his medicine on time and that I’m doing his insulin the right way.

I apologize for the super long post! lol