The pill pockets worked! I had a scare when he managed to find the tiny crumb of tramadol and barf it up the first time... but boy, it sure agrees with him now! Every time I go in the kitchen, he sits patiently by his dish waiting for his "magic treat." I think that when he comes off this stuff, it's going to have to be slo-o-o-ow... But I've never seen him so perky and carefree. Ouchies all gone, spookies all gone - and now I know about Pill Pockets! To all appearances, the nightmare is over.
Catlady711, I'm not sure to whom you're replying, as I agree entirely.
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squirted over his crunchies twice a day. And yes, his new food (Hill's c/d, both dry and canned) is from the same vet.
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