I locked him in the basement for the night. Blocked the door with a forty pound box of litter. Can you believe that little fucker managed to push the door open? Nonetheless, they're both out, and so far there's peace.
I got my first full dose of meds into her this morning. Famotidine for nausea, cyproheptadine for appetite, and buprenorphine for pain. The fact that I could get all of those into her tells me how far gone she is - she is a past master of spitting out a pill that you could swear she swallowed. She ate a little last night - I'm following her around with the food bowl, although honestly, I doubt that I really need to worry about her not eating and coming down with hepatic lipidosis at this point.
But she purrs for me - the purr is bigger than she is - and she crawled into my lap last night. Which made me cry hysterically. I need to get this under control before Bob gets back from King & Queen's Archery tonight. I need to figure out how to explain this all to Charlotte.
She gets the famotidine and cyproheptadine twice a day - that's easy. The buprenorphine is two to three times a day. I figure if I can dose her at 6:00, 2:00, and 10:00, that should keep her as comfortable as possible. Right now I'm trying to figure out if I can practically manage to come home from work to give her the mid-day painkiller and then go back to the office. It might work. My boss has pets, and I doubt it will be for more than a week. I noticed that while the vet said that she *might* go a couple of months, they sent me home with five days of meds.
I can't believe that she is going so quickly, and so slowly, all at one time.
