You Gotta Be Smarter than the Cat

Ernie can't be feeling too poorly.  She gave the vet a pretty hard time.  Luckily this vet is not as intimidated by my four pound cat as the last one.  He pinned her down with one hand and did his notes with the other.  Of course, she peed all over while he held her, but at least no one got bit this trip. My old kitty has a lot of fight left in her.

The treatment plan now says, "consider euthanasia".  That was hard to see.  When my last kitty was sick, he got so thin and so weak.  My cuddly kitty did not want to be cuddled, held, or even petted.  He was struggling to breathe.  Though it was very hard to do, I never doubted that putting him to sleep was the best thing.  I do not feel that is the case with Ernie.  At least, not yet.  So I signed up for more weekend project work at the office and scheduled Ernie  for another enema. In the end, it will probably be more cost effective to go to vet school myself than to keep taking her in, but whatever.  I can work the overtime.  She's worth it. The vet did say that once we get her cleaned out there is one more medication we can try.  If this doesn't work.....well, we cross that bridge when the one we're on collapses, I guess.

In the meantime, Ernie has decided not to eat her kitty food.  She'll eat other stuff, if you're new here and actually try to leave a plate of food unattended.  She eats things you would not expect: pop tarts, donuts, salsa, taco salad, chili, spaghetti...If you don't want to share with Ernie, you do not leave the table during dinner unless someone is there to watch your food.  But she is supposed to eat just this special renal food, and she's not eating it.  So I drizzled it with the contents of one of my fish oil capsules.  Score!  She didn't finish the serving but she did eat more than she has in several days.  I don't want her getting weak before her sedation.  We gotta do what we can.