It has been one *full* week. I mean seriously. I'm just grateful that it has gone as well as it has. Maddie seems to be getting back to her normal self, attitude-wise. She looked amazingly haggard after coming back from the e-vet.
Here she is fussing over her bandage. She had to have i.v. sedation for her endoscopy.
She had a tiny little, hoarse meow for a day or two. And, if you look closely, you can see a bit of bare pink tummy. They shaved her a bit when they did an ultrasound on her stomach.
We've got three different kinds of anti-biotics to clear up the helicobacer. We've got a med that coats and soothes her stomach, and protects it from excess acid. The funny thing is that I've dealt with *all* of these things as well in the dim and distant past. Yes, that includes the helicobacter. I have a heretofore unmatched level of empathy for my cat. NO. FUN. At all. I guess this falls in the category of "pets and their people start to resemble one another". I do wish she didn't have to deal with this, though.
Anyways, all of these meds are liquid form. I have to corral Maddie and squirt this stuff in her mouth. I have discovered, since starting this, that my cat has a virtuoso skill that I had never anticipated. COMBAT DROOLING. Really. Won't even describe it. Oh my god.....
At least the medicine-trauma is only short-lived. Treats and brushies follow.
There is one happy coincidence here. The bedroom sunpuddle is coming back. Maddie is renewing her happy aquaintance with it.
This is the way a cat is supposed to live.
Very true. Now bugger off with that syringe or I will drool on you some more. I mean it.
And I'm outta here. Thanks for all your prayers and thoughts.
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