Max says "thank you for all my purrffday wishes, but Meowmie jabbed me anyway!"
I bought some more fluids today and also exchanged the big needles for smaller ones. I know that means it will take longer for him to get the necessary amount of fluid but I'd rather him have 15 min. of comfortable jab than 5 min of a painful one.
I already had some smaller ones left over from a few years ago and last night I used one of them. What a difference. He just laid there. It's still a two person job, but not once did he wince or try to get away.
Just for fun, I visited two shelters this weekend - the Vancouver SPCA and the Burnaby SPCA. The reason why I went was to see if I was "kitty worthy" that is, would I ever be "chosen." You see, with Speckles and Max, I was not chosen. I chose them - sight unseen.
So yesterday at the Vancouver shelter I was "chosen" by a senior grey tabby kitty named Charlie. The minute I sat down in the chair he was all over me and sitting on my lap, he reached up and put one paw on my sholder and just looked into my eyes straight on. Then the same day in another room I was "chosen" again by a long-haired senior tuxie girl. She is a licker and my chin and both arm got a good bathing.
Today I was "chosen" by Otis:
http://bcspcapets.shelterbuddy.com/a...6935&result=13
Literally, he was all over me and my purse. He even looked at me with those dreamy "I love you" eyes. I really had to dig deep and be strong enough to leave him there.
I just can't bring another kitty into my home right now. Max hates other cats and right now I need to concentrate and making the end of his life as comfortable as possible.
So what did I learn this weekend? When I look for my next furbaby, he/she will be an unwanted senior, rescued from a stainless steel cage. I also know that I want to someday again, volunteer for a rescue organization - hands on with cats. The most important lesson I learned is that I "can" do this. I "can" give sub-q fluids and I spoke with Max and told him that this is for his own good and that it would make him feel better. I also said that I will not abandon him. I will stay with him until the very end.
.....then he yelled at me for more food. 
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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