I made a vet’s appointment for her. I’l be taking her in tomorrow at 10:45. I don’t know what’s going on with her at all. Yesterday, I thought she was making progress. She had more of an appetite, she was drinking more from the tub faucet.
Then, late yesterday afternoon, I noticed her left paw was swollen. It was better this morning, but I didn’t think it should be that swollen that long after I’d given her fluids. Whenever I looked in on her during the night, she looked like she was fast asleep.
Then this morning, she wasn’t doing nearly as well. She did drink from the faucet. I gave her a quarter of a tab of periactin and it did perk up her appetite. But her head tilt looked like it was coming back. So, I called and made the appointment. I tried for today, but there were no openings.
Shortly after this, she started the frequent trips to the litter box, showing the signs of those bladder infections she gets. And the only thing that helps those are the amitriptyline pills. She went outside a couple of times, trying to pee and I was able to get a pill down her. About a half hour after I dosed her, she started sleeping. She just got down to pee again and now she’s back on her towel.
*sigh*
I know she’s old. I know she’s had a good life. In cat years she’s a few months shy of 18. In human years, that would be 80. And I have to remember this when I look at her. Not see a human eighteen year old, but a human eighty year old. It makes a difference. Her eyes are clear and with any luck, this won’t be her time, just like it wasn’t her time last year. She’s a good old girl and I’ll surely miss her when she’s gone, which hopefully, won’t be for a while yet.
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