Val ended up staying at the Vet’s all freaking day. While it bothered me at first, the events with the rest of the afternoon kept my fears at bay. I phoned the vet around 3 (I dropped him off around 10) and they said they wanted to keep him a little longer in order to take more ultrasounds. Of course, I thought the worst.

Dr. Roberts called and said the mass is gone, or more importantly, now she doesn’t think there was ever a mass. When a set of blood vessels clumps together, it usually means that the body is feeding nutrients to a mass, which could be cancer. But I took the wait and see approach. We chose to wait 1 month, to see if the diet change and the drugs shrank the mass. Now she thinks the diet change and the drugs healed an exposed burst blood vessel in the bladder. It can look the same as something growing because of the concentration of blood. He doesn’t need surgery. He doesn’t need anything, except to stay on that stinky food she has him on. That’s not going to disappoint him one bit.

And I can stop the drugs now. She thinks they helped with the inflammation.

Oh! And the wormy issue — they used to sell pills to feed to the cat in order to get rid of the worms. Now they have this liquid which you apply on the neck like flea medicine. I can’t tell you how relieved I am. My cat likes to channel Freddie Kruger when you try to put anything near his face, including pills. Although, when D and I tried to apply the stuff, he freaked out and tried to bite me. Poor guy had a rough day, and he tried to suck up 5 minutes later.

While the job prospects really buoyed my mood, knowing my Valentine is okay has kept me on cloud 9 all night. I think the tide is turning on my luck. I really do.