"C" for Chuck
"A" for Angel
Both get the unmarked
|"See? I'm fine!"|
|"I don't like going to the vet!"|
Chuck, on the other hand, just kept wriggling and trying to jump off the exam table, so in the end we wrapped him in a towel to keep him still. The doc was happy with his heart and lung signs; they are remaining stable. Yay! We are really working on his intestinal woes; our goal is to reduce or stop completely the five different medications he's currently on, or at least the digestive ones.
To make this magic happen, Chuck gets pilled twice a day; The Hubby packages all the pills and vitamins inside a glob of pill paste, which he pops into Chuck's mouth. Lots of cuddles and lovey-dovey stuff happens before and after. Angel now gets pilled...er...'vitamined' twice a day too, but she's not used to it and The Hubby is hoping she'll relax into the procedure someday. I smash up two additional vitamins and mix them into both of their meals; morning and evening.
On top of all that, the vet gave us 'mood drops' to give to Chuck, to help brighten his outlook. They will make up a bottle for Angel at the next visit. I am in charge of the mood drops, and I'll admit to forgetting them completely for days! Shame on me, but I promise to do better. Plan is to put the drops into his meals, because he won't lick it off of my finger. The vet says I can just rub it on his gums, but he's already being man-handled twice (or more!) times a day, so less is more in this case.
When we first began the holistic vet visits, I was uncertain if The Hubby was going to be 100% on board with me. Once we realised that Chuck's heart condition is poor, but that he's not immediately terminal, he agreed with me that we should do all we can do, BUT ONLY AS LONG AS we aren't freaking Chuck out, or seriously compromising our own health and well-being with endless office visits and goofy, impractical processes. The Hubby actually has taken on the lion's share of duties, and the bond between him and both cats has grown stronger. They feel his love, even if they don't like him stuffing wads of bacon-flavored (so the package says!) balls down their throats.