Oh see the happy squishy
Dec. 30th, 2006 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taleyashe does not give a damn
Overdue rat update - Onion is much, much better. I didn't know it at the time, but when we went to the vet yesterday, he informed me that he really didn't expect her to survive. In fact, that's how I managed to score an appointment with him on a day he does surgery, not consults - he couldn't believe she was all happy and active rather than choking and coughing and (I never want to say it, but his words) dying, as she was last he saw her, and wanted to see her for himself. (she pissed all over his keyboard, as per usual, then looked up at him with a "whatcha gonna do, human" face and bruxed at him, then debated climbing up his shirt)
You know you've got a damned good vet when he actually gives a shit about his patients to that extent.
He put the fact of Onion's survival purely down to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torasin and myself. We literally had a ratty intensive care unit set up, torasin camped out at my place on incredibly short notice (she hit the crisis point on Tuesday morning. He'd only stayed over for naps after the APB concert) and we were both getting absolutely fuck all sleep...but it was what it took, and we did it. And right now she's happily climbing about and hanging from the roof of her cage demanding I feed her some more roast chicken stuffing.
Mmyses, I never say this enough, and I never can. You are a good man, a brilliant one, a thousand ways big and small one of the best people I know on the face of the planet, and I am so glad you are in my life. I love you.
Overdue rat update - Onion is much, much better. I didn't know it at the time, but when we went to the vet yesterday, he informed me that he really didn't expect her to survive. In fact, that's how I managed to score an appointment with him on a day he does surgery, not consults - he couldn't believe she was all happy and active rather than choking and coughing and (I never want to say it, but his words) dying, as she was last he saw her, and wanted to see her for himself. (she pissed all over his keyboard, as per usual, then looked up at him with a "whatcha gonna do, human" face and bruxed at him, then debated climbing up his shirt)
You know you've got a damned good vet when he actually gives a shit about his patients to that extent.
He put the fact of Onion's survival purely down to
torasin and myself. We literally had a ratty intensive care unit set up, torasin camped out at my place on incredibly short notice (she hit the crisis point on Tuesday morning. He'd only stayed over for naps after the APB concert) and we were both getting absolutely fuck all sleep...but it was what it took, and we did it. And right now she's happily climbing about and hanging from the roof of her cage demanding I feed her some more roast chicken stuffing. Mmyses, I never say this enough, and I never can. You are a good man, a brilliant one, a thousand ways big and small one of the best people I know on the face of the planet, and I am so glad you are in my life. I love you.
