Yes, he's back (how sweet of you to remember, Candace) but Puddy's appt. isn't until Wednesday. She got her last Epogen injection on Saturday and they want some time to elapse before they do blood work again. She doesn't seem to be any better or worse; she just lives on the bathroom countertop. What a life. The other morning, 3:00 AM to be exact, I couldn't sleep because I missed my Puddy and I went into the bathroom, looked Puddy in the eye and said "Pud, you need to let me know what's going on because I'm stumped here. I don't know what to do for you. What am I missing? What else can I do for you?" I thought I'd get some clue, some thought would come into my mind. I've always been so good at reading my cats. She just stared back at me; no meow, no nothin'. So can you see why I'm in such a quandary? If she was shutting down, if she wasn't eating or using the litterbox, if she was clearly in pain, something, then I'd know what to do. I've had the unfortunate task of needing to help animals to the Bridge but there was never any doubt in my mind about what had to be done. The signs were clearly there. Puddy just seems tired and wants to be left alone on the bathroom countertop. It certainly isn't the life I would choose for her but she doesn't seem miserable any more, just tired and she apparently prefers being left alone. This is why I really need to confer w/Dr. Lee.
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