Stella is eating more and asking for food. She has been playing and seems to have recovered from whatever it was that had her down.
She’s made a tremendous recovery. Whenever I picked up her from the vet’s after the trip to Chincoteague, she was animated and happy once she got home. Fiesty, even. Swatted at my hand demanding pettings pettings pettings now now now.
Such a relief to have Her cuteness back in the game.
Quick note: the vet called this morning. Basette hasn’t improved. My regular vet wasn’t in today, so she asked another vet to call me. Her glucose levels had dipped low again last night, so she is still responding to the insulin. I’ll post again after I visit Basette. Related Images:
I’ve been trying to get things unpacked in the apartment. Some days, like Wednesday, I’m super productive. Other days, like today, I’m not even close. I unpacked maybe one box tonight. Shuffled things around. Just didn’t have the energy after work to do much. Instead, I will probably opt to go to bed early. Tomorrow…
Basette’s eyes still look like saucers. It is obvious that her vision is much diminished. I’ve watched her stop just an inch or so before walking into a wall. Poor kitten followed me into my office and instead of leaving back through the doorway, tried to go through the closet. She seems to be happy…
I waited anxiously at work all day after dropping Basette off at the vet’s this morning. Her eyes hadn’t improved any from the night before. She still seemed to be able to see where I was. She came over and sniffed my feet, purring loudly. She even followed me into the office the night before….
Remember the momma kitty and kittens behind my house in July? Well, the momma kitty has been adopted by my neighbor, Shelley. I had no idea until my other neighbor, Nancy, went door-to-door to find out who the black and white momma kitty belonged to. I had made an appointment with the free spay service…
I think I’ve figured out a way to deal with some of the grief: making a memorial for Basette here at the house. I have a small table with pictures of all of my relatives who have died, poems I wrote for eulogies, and knick-knacks that remind me of them. An apple pie-scented candle for…