My Simba’s really sick. Not just a little sick. I’m waiting to hear from the vet. He’s lost 2 pounds, is severely dehydrated and will only drink from the sink. (And, he tipped over a plant to get its water, smashing the vase it was in and everything–I feel terrible for getting mad at him….) He did nothing yesterday but sit beside his water bowl–refusing to drink from it. He won’t eat, won’t even sleep.

I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose him now. He’s only 11, and he’s been the best pet I’ve ever had. My Ba massages my back (yes, really!), he gives hugs, he gets moody like I do….He’s very jealous when I give the other cats (namely Minden) any attention. He has a sweet, high-pitched wimpy meow–so odd for such a bully of a guy….He’s the most emotionally complex animal I’ve ever known. I don’t know what I’ll do if….

He’s now at the vet on an IV. I’m waiting for the results of the blood work. The vet says he may have kidney failure. If he does, we can still give him a few more years….It’s possible. I can’t believe it might come to this. My fingers are crossed that it’s something less serious. I love him too much to lose him now. He’s my soul mate kitty. Minden’s my baby kitty; and Ba’s my soul mate kitty. That’s what I’ve always felt….We connect at a very deep level–he’s absolutely irreplaceable.

Here are some pictures of him drinking from the sink.

He hates being wet, and yet….

Too bizarre to be funny….

Even his tiny paws are soaked….

He won’t even eat his favourite cookies….

Here’s Tigger trying to get Simba’s cookies, and Minden (who’s UTI is totally better now–what a week!) lounging….

Get well, my sweet heart….Know that I love you, miss you and am thinking of you.