“A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.”
(John Lubbock)
It was a long, quiet weekend. Pretty depressing, actually. And probably worst of all for Joy, who had to endure being dosed with medicines twice a day that weren’t helping her feel better.
This morning I put in a call to the vet to report there has been no change. Though she did want to eat a little bit yesterday, once given her meds, Joy threw it up. Just like she’s been throwing up since this…whatever…started in earnest. We decided the next step was to schedule an ultrasound in order to get a real good look at what appears to be blocking up the poor girl.
Appointment made, it was soon time for meds again. We did a small change up; this one has no taste. Within a few minutes of swallowing it, Joy came out of her condo, did a very odd little groundhog tapdance, ran behind her condo and had a nice, normal bowel movement.
Well, slap my ass with a hairless cat! This was quite the surprise and a most welcome surprise at that. It may sound strange to say we were pleased as punch to see groundhog poop, but those who’ve cared for an animal with bowel issues (or suffered from them themselves) understand the relief when things start working normally again.
But we’re still not out of the woods yet. After a quiet day spent sleeping, Joy got up this evening, acting like her usual self and wanting to eat a little but, like clockwork, she threw it back up a short while later. So something is still going on.
And so we continue to wait.
