Well, I guess Sky is settling in. I didn’t even know I had hares. What I do know is that if the local hunting society finds out about this, I’ll have a fight on my hands to keep them from “borrowing” her.
Maybe this post should have come with a warning of some kind. Maybe I should warn my cat-owning neighbors.
Here he is, home from five days at the vet on an IV, mainlining cortisone and morphine. He had acute pancreatitis. It took out half his pancreas and almost killed him. He’s on a special diet now. Apparently all you can do is keep it from flaring up again.
Plus, his arthritis got a lot worse. He can walk just a couple of steps. It seems odd, with all that cortisone running through his veins, but there it is. We’ll start the Librela again next week.
Maybe he’s just sleeping off the morphine. We’ll see. Right now he seems to be out of pain. I am very happy to have him home. All you folks who sent encouragement, lit candles, journeyed to your spirit helpers, thank you. You kept both of us going.
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