Best of luck with the furry babies! It's so upsetting when they get ill.
My male, now 13.5, had crystalized urine & cystitis several years ago. The vet gave him subcutaneous fluids and suggested I do the same.
It wasn't exactly something I wanted to do, so I went with giving him water 3 times a day with a syringe. I originally used clear Pedialyte, then switched to regular water. Still giving him his water 3 times a day and he has never had a recurrence of the problem, it's like medicine for him.
I'm reasonably accurate when it comes to guessing the age of a dog, but it's a bit different for cats. He's fairly active -- more so when he wants to 'play', IE: bat at my toes and bite my fingers until they bleed while purring/growling like a small engine -- but his meow sounds drawn out and crackly, like an old smoker's cough. I've grown quite fond of him. I figured that since he 'owned' the place before I did, that it was only fair to leave him undisturbed. He's since been gaining weight, leaving muddy tracks on the vehicles, and dining on only the finest (wild sourced) tinned salmon.....
There's a possum in our little yard. I hear the heavy footed thing clambering about on the tin shed roof. They are protected in Australia, but when I was in NZ someone told me there were more possums than sheep!^Addendum:
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"I broke the golden rule and went into the basement. Why oh WHY did I do that??"
You should name this cat. I'm thinking Lily.I noticed this old skank a few years back, milling around the property. He apparently lives in the cellar, for how long I could only guess. I know that one season he battled/killed an opossum down there, because he left the partially consumed remains for me to clean up.I'm reasonably accurate when it comes to guessing the age of a dog, but it's a bit different for cats. He's fairly active -- more so when he wants to 'play', IE: bat at my toes and bite my fingers until they bleed while purring/growling like a small engine -- but his meow sounds drawn out and crackly, like an old smoker's cough. I've grown quite fond of him. I figured that since he 'owned' the place before I did, that it was only fair to leave him undisturbed. He's since been gaining weight, leaving muddy tracks on the vehicles, and dining on only the finest (wild sourced) tinned salmon.....
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You should name this cat. I'm thinking Lily.
The dogs don't give an inch, either. They flip out and go into pack mode. It's a friggin mess I like to avoid.We use essential cookies to make this site work, and optional cookies to enhance your experience.