No, not the depression the cat gets. It would take a lot more than a possible case of neglected saddle thrombus to depress old Spuds.
It's the depression the owner gets when we finally realize that there's definitely something we can do about a condition like wabbly hind legs.
Spuds is on anti-anflammatories and pain-killers for his benign squamous nasal cancer. He's taking those little yellow Amoxicillin for a bladder infection. So far so good. Spuds is 18, by the way. And perfectly cheerful. He lines right up for pills in the morning because he knows he'll be getting a few slices of fresh raw greenling directly thereafter.
I've left a call with the vet to see if he's open Memorial Day Monday to get the poor old man-cat in.