Pixie seems to be a little better today, after an apparent downward swing on Wednesday. She came out herself when she saw I was feeding Possum, to claim her share and later this evening, she even went of her own accord to her food bowl and ate some of the dry food. I haven’t yet seen her drinking but she has been to the bathroom and I checked afterwards and saw some wet clumps. She is still receiving subcutaneous liquid infusions, so even if she isn’t drinking yet, it’s not a disaster – and I’m sure she will start drinking, now that she’s eating the dry food. I scarcely dare allow myself to hope – she is, after all, sixteen years old already and has kidney disease – but at least I’ve emerged from the total despair that gripped me at the beginning of the week.
Shabbat Shalom to you all.