
I came home from the hospital on Sunday. Since then, life hasn’t been much fun, but I’m no longer in pain. The diagnosis was struvite crystals in my urine and bladder. The catheter took care of that problem but supposedly, I’ll have to eat special prescription food for the rest of my life. Yuck and double yuck. Why me? I’m only 2 years old.
I spend most of my time under the bed or couch for protection. Whichever room my mommy happens to be in at the time.
In the photos you see my big sister Danny Girl watching over me. This is a first, but I’m very grateful to her for doing it.
Mommy squirts three kinds of meds into me twice a day. Not fun. But the biggest challenge is the food. Mommy is gettting very frustrated with me, but I just can’t stand that Prescription Diet c/d. Chicken flavor – hah. To be fair to me, Pacey Jack and Danny Girl won’t touch it either. They did eat up the Royal Canin SO so I didn’t get much of that. Mommy has some others to try so I’m hoping they taste better.
She has tried to feed Danny Girl and Pacey Jack regular food. And no matter how much I try to sneak some, she won’t let me. My brother and sister are standing in solidarity with me — as soon as the door closes between us, they sit on the other side of it, too and nobody eats.
I did pee a couple of times in front of mommy so she wouldn’t worry about me. Twice in the litter box and once on the carpeting so mommy would know I wasn’t happy with the current food arrangement.
I went in for my checkup yesterday and Dr. Jones said I was a little dehydrated (you wouldn’t be drinking much either if you went through the trauma I did), so the tech put a bolus injection of fluids in my neck. Dr. Jones expressed my bladder and said I was flowing freely.
All of that stress made me poop in the carrier on the way home in the car. At least then, mommy got the privilege of smelling it all the way home.
I know that mommy is doing her best for me and I’m not ungrateful. I showed her that by sleeping next to her on Monday night. I just hate that yucky food. And want to be back to normal.
