cardiomyopathy

Aloha, Dear Friend

December 5, 2008

I just scheduled Widgit’s euthanasia for 4:30 this afternoon, a little less than 6 hours from now. I know I’m a mess of emotion inside, but as usual, I’m in task-oriented mode right now and don’t feel a thing. I don’t know how my psyche does that, but I know I can always rely on [...]

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No Fluids This Morning

November 12, 2008

For the first time since we got her back from her hospital stay, we actually had to give up on the fluids this morning. She kept curling up into a ball, rolling over on her side, growling, scratching, biting and being ornery. When this happens, we usually just let her go, leave her on her [...]

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Move Your Stuff Dad!

October 27, 2008

Widgit has taken to hanging out in my office a lot since she got home from the hospital. So much so that I opted to put a beach towel down in her space by the window to keep her from sliding around (she still doesn’t have full control of her hind legs) and to protect [...]

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On The Road Back

October 17, 2008

It’s still slow going, but it’s looking like Widgit is on the road back. She’s back to her old self in many ways. She hangs out on (yes, I said on) our feet whenever we’re in the kitchen acting as if our only reason to be there is to give her something to eat. This [...]

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Getting Better All The Time

October 9, 2008

It’s slow, but there’s a little improvement every day. She’s started voluntarily eating fish without too much coddling when we put it in front of her, even without the appetite stimulators. We’ll have to figure out how to transition her to the food she’s supposed to be eating pretty soon. She’s moving around on her [...]

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She’s Eating

October 7, 2008

Well, it’s a lean fish (mahimahi in this case—she always did have expensive tastes), not the renal food she’s supposed to be eating, but any food is better than no food at this point, and she managed to consume a tablespoon’s worth last night, then another this morning. Granted, it takes me sitting her up, [...]

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