Grizz and Grayce here...
NOT in our house!
Yes, we were quickly inserted
stuffed flailing into our Prison Transport Units this afternoon and hauled off to the vet for check-ups.
One of us didn't mind, and one of us did; can you guess who was which?
Naturally, we sang The Song of Our People in the car:
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Mommy here: The Baby is doing great! She is fat-n-sassy at 8 pounds 15 ounces, up from 7 pounds 4 ounces this time last year. Her regimen of prednisolone every other day is working beautifully on her IBD. The vet said her innards felt pliable and healthy again, and her teeth and weight are ideal.
Grayce is a different story, though. She's down to just a smidge over 5 pounds and her diarrhea is now constant with occasional blood. This past week she's been in the litter box more than out of it--and showing signs of being in pain. She's starting on a liquid formulation of pred and meds to firm up her stools, and the vet is optimistic that this should help Grayce. I sure hope so, the poor thing leaves poop marks almost everywhere she sits from her watery bowels. It won't be a permanent cure, eventually her lymphoma will win but maybe we still can buy a little quality time together. Grayce is still feisty and full joi de vie so all Scott and I can do is medicate and keep an eye on her, and consider every day a bonus...
And feed the both of them all the Gerber's and poached chicken they can hold--two jars and an entire breast a day! Little pigs.
WHO ARE YOU CALLING "PIGS" MOMMY!!!!?????
XX Grayce and The Baby XX