In August of last year, my baby got so sick that he needed to go to the ER and get a blood transfusion. Since then, it has been 7+ months of constant medication, testing, trial and error, compromises, and frustration, but I thought things were getting better. And they were. The initial problem is officially controlled. The goal would've been to start weaning off of medication and testing whether he could live a normal life or not, but then he had to go and get sicker, but from something else. We don't know what it is yet, so more tests, more medication, more money. Now he's not eating, and that's always when things get scary.

I don't have a point to this, just venting. I am tired, and in debt, and scared. I love this cat so much.