Miss Brown is the Princess and the Pea.
Category: Pets
At the Vet
Harriet went to the vet today. She’s been leaking again, despite being on Proin. The vet did blood work and urinalysis to rule out a UTI, diabetes, and kidney failure. He doesn’t think it’s Cushing’s syndrome, either, given her occasional bouts of having no appetite. We can do a more definitive test for that later, if we need to. His verdict is that she’s just got a floppy bladder. She’s an old lady dog, and that’s common. He recommended adding DES to her regimen.
She does have laryngeal paralysis. That’s not of immediate concern, but it’s something that’s going to progress. Eventually she’ll begin to have trouble breathing, and at some point we’ll have to weigh the pros and cons of tie-back surgery. He feels (and I tend to agree) that by the time surgery is necessary, it will likely only buy us a few months. At that point, it may be more humane just to put her to sleep. Hopefully that’ll be way down the road from now, though!
For now, she’s pretty healthy (leaky bladder aside), and she’s pretty happy, and that’s all I care about.
Henry and Harriet
Yes, there’s a cat in that photo. Or parts of one, anyway. Every morning, when I wake up, Henry is tucked under the foot of my bed, with just her little toes sticking out. Sometimes her mortal enemy is lying right next to her.
Havin’ a Sit
I don’t understand how that could possibly be comfortable.
Ears Akimbo
“I haz a basket.”
Evil Takes a Holiday
It’s just too freaking hot to go outside and do anything, so I spent the day watching the cats flopping around like beached trout. Also, just in case you thought Henry didn’t have a silly side. She does. I guess one can’t spend ALL one’s time plotting World Domination[tm]. Especially when it’s 103F outside.
Sisters
Polly
Henry
Also Queen of the Low Lying Lands
Henry usually likes to be up high, on the top shelf of the cat tree, but sometimes she hangs out under the dresser in the living room.
Sadcakes are Gone
Harriet’s feeling well enough to beg for a malted milk ball.
(Yes, I know chocolate is not good for dogs, but it was one malted milk ball and she’s 50 lbs. It’s not going to hurt her. And anyway, I’m not sure there’s any actual chocolate in them.)
Sadcakes
There is nothing sadder than a sad, sad Boxer.
red paper boat 