We did have a rough weekend. Here you see Leia cuddling with me, and you can see how NOT happy I am about it. But mom asked me to be gracious, since our girl was feeling so badly.
So I put up with it for awhile.
See what a nice mancat I am? I think I deserve a statue or something, don't you?
I finally got Leia to eat a decent amount Sunday, for her condition. It wasn't easy; I pulled out every trick I've used, plus the ones I've read about. Fried chicken bits and Gerber's Turkey baby food helped a lot. And tonight, more fried chicken, and then finally - finally! - she ate some of her proper Fancy Feast, seafood version.
Joyful, joyful, is the sight of a sick cat finally eating!!
We came closer than we ever have to being in the red zone for that liver disease. I still don't know what caused this; I'm hoping for a simple case of a GI upset. We need bloodwork to determine if it's something else, and right now we just don't have that money to spend but by midmonth I should be able to get that done.
Vet care, especially the 4:30 am variety, can be astronomical. And then you have the sighs and quiet disapproval of the vet staff when you just don't have the resources at a moment's notice.
This episode has made me realize just how much Leia is the heart of this household. Both Toby and I are pretty low-key people. Leia is our spark; even when she refused food she wanted her wand toy.
As of Monday morning, we appear to be back on our regular routine.
Leia asked for food about 9 pm last night, her normal FF; I am so happy about it.