Oh Woo Hoo Barney that is Great News of your weight gain.. Sorry about the ears problems still.. Hopefully we can get all of that under control.. Your E-Collar & Video is the Cutest.. Hang in there Baby Barney.. We all sure do Love You.. Sending Lots of Whisker Kissess & Huggss..






Oh Woo Hoo Barney that is Great News of your weight gain.. Sorry about the ears problems still.. Hopefully we can get all of that under control.. Your E-Collar & Video is the Cutest.. Hang in there Baby Barney.. We all sure do Love You.. Sending Lots of Whisker Kissess & Huggss..
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How is he doing with the collar? I hope it's working.

And it frustrates me to no end that my coworker didn't do more for him for a year, other than toss dry food out for him. The more I think about it, the angrier it makes me. She is back now and has worked a few shifts but I haven't seen her. And part of me is really wondering if those two broken ribs weren't from a kick. If he had been hit by a car, then wouldn't he have more damage to the rest of his body? I know that my coworker's partner didn't want him around and I have to wonder. Even while Angela was staying there, he came over just about everyday and was apparently irritated that she was staying so long and he didn't want Barney in the house. Angela is strong willed and she basically ignored all of that and did what she thought was best for Barney but she left the house everyday to run errands and go to the gym and then returned in the early evening so Barney was alone at those times.
I said "why don't you just put it on the floor for him?" and he said that Jack only likes to sleep on the bricks under the woodstove or under the dvd player on the shelving unit. I know that is not true though because everytime I went over there, Jack was loving that soft blanket. Anyway, I heard yesterday that my coworker broke up with him the day she got back and I'm pretty sure Jack stays with her. 

I'm at work and I'm having a hard time focusing on anything other than this news. The vet called me and her first sentence was "I don't have good news". I will post again when I get home tonight but wanted to post this now. I called back and asked the receptionist to ask Robin if I can stop the insulin. I had a bit of a struggle with him this morning giving the shot and he hated it. So did I. Yesterday went much better. If he is otherwise 'comfortable' with high glucose and it just means his urine output is more, then I'd like to stop the injections so his time left isn't uncomfortable. After this morning, he is mad at me. I can't stand that. 
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