Beck and Philly
Member Since 2018
Yesterday
I'll admit it. I'm pretty nervous this morning. My vet suggested we give an enema. I held him and my roommate started the enema. She didn't give much before she stopped and said she felt resistance. He got in the litterbox, but only the liquid came out. I called my vet and she asked me to drop him off. I just got back home.
She wants to work with him throughout the day to make sure he poops. Of course x- rays are first on the plan. That brings up inevitable conversations about tumors and such.
Grandpa was awesome this morning. He was eating last night's Friskies leftovers when I woke up at 6. I tested him, and he was 74 so I gave him some FF with gravy and he dug into it. He ate about half and then wanted attention. He grabbed at my fingers, climbed onto my shoulder when I laid down with him, and purred like crazy. If he wasn't constipated, I'd be celebrating a great morning. Instead he's at the vet and I'm waiting anxiously for phone calls.
Ugh!
I'll admit it. I'm pretty nervous this morning. My vet suggested we give an enema. I held him and my roommate started the enema. She didn't give much before she stopped and said she felt resistance. He got in the litterbox, but only the liquid came out. I called my vet and she asked me to drop him off. I just got back home.
She wants to work with him throughout the day to make sure he poops. Of course x- rays are first on the plan. That brings up inevitable conversations about tumors and such.
Grandpa was awesome this morning. He was eating last night's Friskies leftovers when I woke up at 6. I tested him, and he was 74 so I gave him some FF with gravy and he dug into it. He ate about half and then wanted attention. He grabbed at my fingers, climbed onto my shoulder when I laid down with him, and purred like crazy. If he wasn't constipated, I'd be celebrating a great morning. Instead he's at the vet and I'm waiting anxiously for phone calls.
Ugh!
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