Waiting

 

We called the vet first thing this morning to make an appointment and to see if we could get Dee Dee back on track after our blunder with medication frequency. Unfortunately, our vet is a one-person operation and he's off on Tuesdays. We could have gone to an emergency vet, but she seemed comfortable enough and stable enough to wait until the first available appointment Wednesday at 10:00 a.m. So, we spent another day at home . . . waiting.

She took two bites of her breakfast and walked away. She must feel "full" because of all the fluid retention. We've fed her canned dog food throughout the day. She loves that. The dry food she takes out of the bowl and puts it on the floor. I guess it's the equivalent of us only wanting to eat jello or icecream.

I was hoping the diuretic would remove more water, but it hasn't. John reminded me that the doctor started her off with an injection of the same diuretic, and that started working immediately, and in two days she looked and felt so much better. Then for the next 11 days she looked almost normal. I'm hoping that he can do another injection.

She's gotten 3 correct doses of her heart medication now. I can't see any results, but with all that fluid who knows what's going on inside?

She just came in to see what I was doing. Poor thing.

Summer school classes began today.

We've taken several short walks around the neighborhood: 5.6 miles, no biking.