You can't call her a backseat driver when her head is up front, right? |
She took a little food when we got home from the vet visit; perhaps the excitement had stimulated her appetite. She continued to ignore canned food with pills hidden in it, so I gave up on that approach. I did get her to eat the antibiotics at least, but gave up on the Tramadol they had sent home for pain. That's a nasty tasting pill and her nose could spot it in anything.
By Friday evening she was acting much more normal again and she ate some dry food willingly, if not enthusiastically. She was hungry, but the nausea was still wearing off.
Saturday morning she was acting pretty bouncy again and ate like she wanted to, although still not as much as I wanted her to have. I got the antibiotics into her with peanut butter and at this point I'm not bothering with the Tramadol at all.
She's feeling better, and I'm glad. It means that she will be going to her new home soon and I'm glad about that as well. Athena should be moving out on Monday too. I'll miss them both.
The setting sun peaks out under cloudy skies to light up the taller buildings in downtown Richmond on Friday evening. |
Moments later, the final rays of the day light up the clouds from below, making them look like pink cotton candy. |
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