Jacob and I once again made an unscheduled visit to his vet this afternoon. His constipation issues are increasing and he is now averse to the needed medication. An enema and subcutaneous fluids were administered and he is to return in two weeks. I will try newborn food as a vehicle for his meds since he will not eat it on wet cat food and our adventures with pumpkin were likewise unsuccessful. Both of us, up and down for the balance of the night, are tired. The difference is that he is now sleeping whereas his bleary-eyed human is awaiting her dinner and hoping for a nap.
When we arrived home, the first thing he did after being released from his carrier, was to jump in my lap. He wasn't angry or sulking, he never is with me. Were it not for the urgency of the situation and his health, I would feel almost guilty. I don't, though. The one hundred fifty dollars charged to my credit card is a pittance compared to a trip to the 24-hour pet hospital in the event of a blockage. I so wish his old age was less problematic for him. All I want is his comfort.
Enjoy the weekend.
