Week 19: For Egg

When I first met Egg I knew that he was sick. I knew he had FIV and FeLv. I knew he couldn't be around other animals and that he was immunocompromised.

But I didn't expect his life to be so short.

I took Egg to the vet yesterday, our first appointment together. I made it a priority to ask how long they expect him to live, expecting they'd tell me I had a decade with him.

Three years after infection.

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Egg is three years old, roughly. He was diagnosed on September 7th this year, but diagnosis date is different than infection date.

He could be gone tomorrow.

Yes, his gums are healthy and his nose is pink. But there's no telling how long that will last.

I adopted Egg so that he could go on this trip with me. So we could see the National Parks together and travel the country. My car camping buddy.

Now I'm not sure whether he'll make it.

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Even if he's healthy by the time we leave in August, there's no guarantee he'll make it to January. And if something were to happen to him on the trip, I think I would have to go home. I couldn't continue without him.

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So, this is for egg. All of this.

This blog, this trip.

Egg's National Park Service.

xxoo Ten