Dock's been up and down. Nothing as extreme as she had when initially diagnosed, or when she missed her one day of medication. But she is still in La-La-Land. She must be on the counter licking dishes awaiting to be cleaned. Last night, she had 2 paws in the sink, and was licking the handle of a knife that was sitting upright in a glass. There was a multitude of other items, both in and out of the sink that she could have enjoyed, and had an easier time getting to. But nope, she wanted to lick that handle. As dinner was finished, we were dishing it out, and then I saw her licking the side of a stool we have under the island overhang. "Really?! Seriously?! Pish, whatever!"
I am not quite prepared to up her medication yet as we can only do so for 5-7 days before we have to reduce it back down, and I'm afraid that we will not be able to reduce it for long, so I'm holding out for a bit longer.
I am also torn between looking for another cat at this time. I don't want to upset Dock anymore by bringing in a strange cat, and I want to concentrate on her, instead of trying to integrate and train another cat. But Mace will be better with one. I think if one falls in my lap that is a good fit, then I have a plan in place for housing him/her for a bit off site until we have said our goodbyes to my girl. Not ready to admit to myself that it is not too far off yet.
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