Progress...Maybe?
I don't want to speak too soon, but I got His Orangeness to finally eat something substantial. I had to go to the store, so I picked up a few can of the stinkiest, fishiest food I could find and crossed my fingers.
I tucked in the pill, gave him the plate of stank, and....HE ATE! THE WHOLE THING! This was huge, since cats can develop hepatic lipidosis(fatty liver) if they don't eat for a period of time. He was nibbling, but not eating. Tonight, he ATE. Pill and all. He threw up twice early this morning, but I'm hoping things stay down tonight.
Thanks for the sweet replies last night..I needed them. He has a few days to go on the meds, so I'm hoping I've found the ticket. His GI tract is a little sluggish, so I hope that jump starts, too. Poor little guy.
Hoping for a good night's sleep. I was up most of the night with a migraine. Albert was sick at 1:30 and 4:00, so I got up with him each time. I reached over and shut off my alarm at about 5, thinking the sun coming through the window would wake me up.
Oops. I woke up at 9, which is when I'm supposed to start work. I have an hour commute, so by the time I showered, fed Albert (he picked at the baby food) and got out the door, it was 10:30 and I made it to work by 11:15. Oops.
The other stressors have not gone away by a long shot, but at least my boy is making steps towards feeling better. That's what counts.
I tucked in the pill, gave him the plate of stank, and....HE ATE! THE WHOLE THING! This was huge, since cats can develop hepatic lipidosis(fatty liver) if they don't eat for a period of time. He was nibbling, but not eating. Tonight, he ATE. Pill and all. He threw up twice early this morning, but I'm hoping things stay down tonight.
Thanks for the sweet replies last night..I needed them. He has a few days to go on the meds, so I'm hoping I've found the ticket. His GI tract is a little sluggish, so I hope that jump starts, too. Poor little guy.
Hoping for a good night's sleep. I was up most of the night with a migraine. Albert was sick at 1:30 and 4:00, so I got up with him each time. I reached over and shut off my alarm at about 5, thinking the sun coming through the window would wake me up.
Oops. I woke up at 9, which is when I'm supposed to start work. I have an hour commute, so by the time I showered, fed Albert (he picked at the baby food) and got out the door, it was 10:30 and I made it to work by 11:15. Oops.
The other stressors have not gone away by a long shot, but at least my boy is making steps towards feeling better. That's what counts.