The Battle Continues

The red spots on Gracie's forehead are nothing compared to what lies under that plush fur.

My poor baby, Gracie. It's been FIVE MONTHS since she first had an allergic reaction to something in her environment. So far, only steroids have helped give her any comfort. Thursday, I'm taking her to Riverdale Veterinary Dermatology in New Jersey. I can't wait to get her there.

Because the Vet needs to see Gracie's condition at its worst, I haven't been able to give Gracie a soothing bath or put some ointment on her breakouts. In the two weeks since she last had a steroidal bath she's gotten a lot worse.

Last night she jumped up on the bed, next to my pillow. I reached out to pet her. In the darkness of the room, my hands told me more than my eyes could make out. I was shocked at what I felt. No longer did I find a place on her head or neck that wasn't crusted in large blisters or sores. I could feel the rough surface of crusts, expand across her back. She must be so uncomfortable. I can see it in how she holds her self, curled up on a cardboard cat scratcher in the living room-almost as if lying down in another other position would be too painful.

Her suffering is my own. I need to get to the bottom of this and soon.