Pixie is home now, after the vet said, yesterday, that there is a slight improvement in her blood test results. He gave me antibiotics for her and a saline drip, both of which are to be administered twice a day, till Sunday, when we are to go back for tests. I felt a surge of hope – as if I might, after all, be able to enjoy Simchat Torah. But today, I was in black despair once more as she seemed so listless and miserable all day, and wouldn’t eat.
My first attempt at administering the subcutaneous infusion ended with rather more liquid on Pixie than in her and the same was true of my first attempt at getting her to ingest her antibiotics (in liquid form). But practice makes perfect, they say. I found a way of hanging the saline drip from a lamp-stand (!) because before, it was too low and wouldn’t flow properly. Also, Pixie was much more cooperative than I had anticipated in allowing me to insert the needle under her skin.
The antibiotics, however, were another story. My first attempt, this morning, was a total washout. I managed to get her mouth open and squirt in the medicine, which she immediately spat out and, just to make sure, vomited.
For my second attempt, I tried mixing it in with her meal of Fancy Feast. As I had feared, however, she must have smelled the medicine for she refused to eat.
This evening, I wrapped her in a blanket, so as to be able to hold her more easily should she attempt to escape, coaxed her to open her mouth and when she did open it (only to give voice to her protest, I suspect) I quickly squeezed the syringe and squirted the liquid in and then held her mouth closed until I was sure she had swallowed all – or at least most – of her medicine.
After that, she went into the bedroom and crawled under the bed, but came out after ten minutes or so and curled up on the bed. After another twenty minutes or so, I persuaded her to eat some Shrimp and Salmon Fancy Feast. Not much, just a tablespoonful or so, but I was so thankful she was eating anything at all. In a little while, I shall offer her some more. Every bite she takes restores my flagging hopes, but it never lasts for long and I can’t make myself believe she will be spared to me. All I can do is pray.