I've been looking at Dock quite a bit as you know if you've been watching our progress. She remains kind of groggy, and more withdrawn than normal. She is more bloated, and sometimes in her sleep, she makes those noises kind of like snoring/purring, but not. She dreads her medications, and I feel horrible giving them to her. If she is sleeping, she tends not to notice the other cats around her, or if she does, she doesn't do much now, where as before, she would be telling them off. I can tell she doesn't feel well. Even with the higher doses of all her meds, I noticed she seemed worse, though the increase in the pain meds may be contributing to that. I did neglect to give her the evening meds one night, and she seemed perkier, but I worry about how her head feels.
So Mike and I decided that if we can, we will take her in on Monday night. The vets can be kind of crazy on a Monday, and with a shorter notice, may not be possible. She is at least comfortable enough, that Tuesday will work, though knowing the girls at the clinic, they will make it work for us on Monday night.
Dock managed to use up 5 of her 9 lives. She lived a good 10 and a half years with us, and enjoyed over 16 years of love and life. She outlived the prognosis of 6-8 months, and I am so happy that she came into our lives. She will be missed dearly.
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