He’s doing much, much better. Last week, I called the vet’s office about his problem and made arrangements to get more fluids and some amoxicillan and prednisone refills.
When I went in Tuesday afternoon, armed with a very full heavy bag of fun sized candy bars (M&Ms, Twix, 3 Muskateers, Snickers and Milky Way, it just broke my heart to rid the house of this wonderful candy, but if I kept it here and kept eating it, I’d be in danger of breaking the furniture). I got everything I’d asked for, as well as a bottle of clindamycin drops.
Which, within days, it became obvious I should have done this much, much earlier. His recovery from his latest cold was apparent. And, although he’s drooling still and he threw up last night (which I’m sure Pepcid will help), he’s feeling better. He’s sleeping much sounder and longer (more comfortable because he can breathe) and he’s starting to come around for attention.
And he’s back to begging in the kitchen when we’re in there preparing something to eat. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, there’s Handsome waiting for a crumb to drop.
I’ve taken a few pictures of him over the past week.
This is the foam he’d been puking up for days and days:
I can’t tell you how happy I was to see him finally drinking something.
Early Sunday, when I got up, I did a kittycat headcount. I was short one kittycat.
Ah, I found him.
I covered him back up and he slept for hours, all covered and cozy.
I’m so glad he’s doing better and you can bet from now on, if his colds don’t clear up quickly, he’ll be getting his prescription from the vet in a much more timely manner.