801 day of war

Hello, friends!

This week has been filled with concern for our cat and efforts to help her.

On Saturday, after our first visit to the vet, we still hoped that Sonya would get better. But Sunday morning started with the cat being very weak, disoriented, and closer to 10 a.m. she began having seizures, and we were very scared. I didn't wait for the veterinary clinic to open to schedule an appointment; I took the cat and ran to them by the time they opened. It was a church holiday on Sunday, and no one was working, but luckily these vets are working every day. The doctor still didn't know what was wrong with the cat, as she had no fever and hadn't eaten anything new, but this time the cat received 3 injections of anti-inflammatory, pain relieving drugs, and some antibiotics. The cat was shaking badly and occasionally having seizures, and all I could think about was that the cat didn't have much time left. I once had a guinea pig, and she died the same way; I remember the moment when she was dying in my arms from seizures, even though it's been about 15 years.

At home, she still couldn't walk on her own, so we laid her on blankets and sat next to her for several hours. The doctor gave us pâtés for digestion, and for the first time in 3 days, the cat was able to eat, but only from our hands, which gave hope that she would survive.
We went to the doctor every day for injections. She was given a course of antibiotics, and now that a week has passed, we can say that she is getting better. She still eats poorly, so we weigh the food and record how much the cat has eaten per day and track her progress.

Because of the worry, I couldn't work and stopped making videos and content for social media. Moreover, I couldn't even cook properly. Everything was either undercooked or oversalted, and eventually Nastya temporarily banned me from cooking until I recover. It's just impossible to distract myself from the cat and thoughts on how to help her. It seems to me that I haven't been so upset even when I realized that I had lost my home; it was sad but not like this. The possibility of losing a cat who has been a friend to me for these 9 years made me very worried.

Thank you for your help! Visits to the vet really didn't fit into our budget, and we are very grateful for the support.

Meanwhile, there are more and more talks in the country about the a new Russian offensive. The authorities say they know about the enemy's plans and are preparing fortifications, and that we will withstand it. We seem to be ready for everything already, and the only thing that causes more concern is the new tactics of the Russians to destroy our rescuers. Situations where rockets hit some house, rescuers arrive, and when they dismantle the rubble and try to save people, the rocket is coming again to the same place
I often feel that the purpose of the shelling is mostly moral. If death on the battlefield is somewhat understandable, death under the rubble in an apartment is absolutely wrong. I don't know where they launch the rockets, but they hit ordinary high-rise buildings. To random people who just had bad luck that day.

I believe that soon we will have more means to defend the sky, and there will be fewer such situations. But for now, help is on the way - shelling continues with increased cruelty.

It's been a tense week, and now I'm trying to get back to work. I hope Sonya will get better with each passing day and i won't be such a cause for concern. Thank you for your support and help on buymeacoffee; we really appreciate it. Thank you.