I know my previous Wattpad family is not active here and new ones don't really care what's happening in my mind.
One thing about me is I use (write on) Wattpad and watch sitcoms during my low times. That's my coping mechanism. Escaping the reality.
December was very draining, exhausting and heartbreaking.
I have a cat, my baby— Ginny. He has been with me since Sept 2024.
Spent loving, more than amazing time with him. We were inseparable. I was on WFH so he was very much attached to me.
Then I joined an on-site work in September 2025 and it was shortly after that Ginny entered his 'heat' phase. Vocalising, spraying and the usual.
Then on December 2nd I noticed that he was straining. The next morning my parents took him to the vet but he couldn't do anything. So I came in between that and we took him to an animal hospital. X-ray (which came out normal), medication and 12 hours later Doc decided to operate him.
On the 4th Dec Ginny went through two surgeries. He was unconscious for 2 straight days... I lost all my hope but then like a miracle he stood up on his wobbly paws and with my support— he took a round around. Then the entire week was him getting his IV fluids through saline and I had to take him to hospital everyday. Eventually I had to let go of my job because all those leaves weren't possible as I was still on probation period.
Things started to seem better. He had 2 more surgeries on day 14th and 21st of his illness, respectively. But what I was noticing was that after his last surgery... he was straining to pee a lot but eating normally.
Continued...