Sunday, February 28, 2010
I was glad to see that when I left the house for this week's curling match (we won), Diego was sitting on one sofa and Thompson was sitting across the living room on the other. When I got back home Diego was next to Thompson, giving up his usual pride to sit next to his best buddy. It'll be a very happy day here when all returns to our normal routines...
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
It's been a rough week for Theo and Thompson too... Theo does not like me being inaccessible so whenever there is a closed door between us, he lets his opinion be known by crying and scratching at the door. He's not quite been sure what to make of all the changes that have gone on this week.
At first, Thompson surprised me by going about his business as if nothing was happening. The only sign of his concern was he wasn't finishing up his meals- something that is very unusual for a boy who loves his food. Yesterday when he finally got a look at Diego-san he hissed and growled. I'm not sure if this was because: a) Diego smelled different after his day at the vet; b) With the clear cone around his neck, Diego-san looked like he had dropped down from outer space; c) Thompson was jealous of all the attention Diego has gotten at the expense of the other two boyz...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I had noticed over the weekend that Diego-san was definitely not himself and he was moving extremely gingerly. I figured it was going to take some time for him to get over the soreness from the procedure that was done last week.
Last night when I got home he went down to use the litter box and I thought I would watch to see if he was in any pain. He did his business fine- and then he tried to hop up on the washing machine. He missed and when I looked at the ground there was a ton of blood. He scampered up to the joist area by the ceiling. I tried to get him down but he knocked my glasses off and moved further away. By the time I got my glasses back on he was nowhere in sight- and he had access to just about any area between the sheet rock ceiling and the joist area of the basement. I had no idea how much he was still bleeding so I was extremely worried he was going to bleed to death before I could get to him. I called him and called him but not a peep. I thought I was going to have to start knocking holes in the sheet rock but even that might not have worked too well since it probably would have just scared him to move to another inaccessible area...
As a last resort I called my friend who house sits him when I'm gone. Diego's always been really fond of her and I thought he might respond to her voice. It took a while but it worked- he eventually let out a small meow so we were able to pinpoint his location. It's not easy seeing a black cat in the darkness... she was able to coax him out.
He's in pretty rough shape but resting OK right now. He had three abscesses and the doctor had to sedate him to cut them out. The wounds look dreadful and she said she might not have gotten all the dying skin off because the area was so big. So he has to go back to see the vet on Thursday. He's wearing a cone and he spent the entire night trying trying to get it off. he was so loopy from the sedative I was worried he was going to hurt himself so i stayed up all night trying to calm him down.
He ate a full meal and drank a ton of water this morning and even used the litter box. We just took a long nap together after i gave him his pain medication (it's a narcotic so it knocks him out pretty good although he was purring so loud and trying to rub his face against mine cone be damned that again I was a bit worried he was going to tear the wounds open more...)
Theo is absolutely freaking out about all this. I think a lot of it has to do with the change in his routine- moving a litter box water dish, and dinner dish, not letting him see diego, me sleeping in a different room with the door closed... He spent ALL last night outside the door crying. and did the same thing this morning.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Oh the fun we have.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Nine dogs competed in Friday's contest at the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. But it was Prince who impressed the judging panel the most with his feat of catching three baseballs.
The nearly 2-year-old dog lost one of his legs and had a pin inserted in another after being struck by a car.
The ASPCA's senior vice president of the adoption center says Prince's disability doesn't hold him back.
Gail Buchwald says he "struts his stuff like a winner."