Sorry, I know the pix have been crap lately. I'm preoccupied with my furry purry companion. She flat-out stopped eating on Thursday and nothing has enticed her to consume more than a mouthful or two, not the snottiest Fancy Feast nor the organic human-grade fare. She's not drinking much water either and I've hydrated her twice today subcutaneously with lactated Ringer's solution.
There's something about the way she lies there and purrs while I stab an 18-gauge needle into her that has me aware that this might be a final illness.
Though I've been wrong about dying animals before. In two years of volunteer experience at the Ohio Wildlife Center I saw geese I thought for sure were goners fly away from the transport crates, and a male cardinal died in my hand barely two seconds after I marked him down as BAR (bright, alert, responsive) on the intake form.
The vet said Sylvie's blood panel looked mostly fine on Saturday. The office called to tell me to start her back on her insulin today to prevent ketosis. Hopefully I can get her to finish this can of Shredded White Meat Chicken Fare in a Savory Broth with Garden Greens later this evening. Right now, she's tired of me fussing at her. So much so that she nipped at me. Which is a good thing, a bit of her usual brio.
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The picture looks tasty (a compliment.) Also, to work with animals seems like a whole other world to me.
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