Down 800g (I think I worried it off), alcohol units 6 (celebrating feeling better and toasting to difficult decisions), calorie range days 7, gratitude 3 (watching a pelican fishing and eating on my way to work, being able to stock the fridge and pantry with food for the coming week, doing the best I can for old puss).
I broke my streak today
It was to be the eighth day. I only got to drink three glasses of water at the time of writing and no fitness minutes.
Old puss took a turn for the worse this morning. We had been fasting her for 36 hours (was supposed to be 48 hours) on the instructions from the vet. But she was so weak, and not showing any interest in eating even when I tempted her with some treats.
She ate five teaspoons of raw chicken tenderloin over yesterday. But as of this morning had not eaten anything since 6pm the day before. Also, she was tending to sit or lie away from us, and the only thing I could tempt her with was some egg yolk which she vomited at the vet. But she had had absolute alcohol swabbed on her neck to have her blood taken!
At the vet we were told there were two options; stay in hospital with a drip, or put her to sleep. The stay in hospital was over $1000 to see her through to Sunday night to then make a decision whether she had improved enough to come home. I took the middle ground, which the vet was not happy about. That is, give her all the shots (general antibiotic, steroid, and antiemetic), blood test (results tomorrow), and try to get her to drink more and eat - at home. My/our decision was based on the fact that we would rather have her at home before making any decision, rather than in the hospital.
Since we got home from the vet, old puss has sat on a pile of frangipani leaves behind the wood pile. She comes out to her water bowl for a drink and returns to behind the wood pile. I bought some salmon, and she has eaten three teaspoons of very small cut up bits.
We have lit the fire and set up a water bowl, cushion, blanket, and pieces of salmon. She drinks and returns to the blanket. At least it feels better that she is inside in the warm, rather than outside.
We get the results of her blood test tomorrow.
I think even if the results are marginal, because of the way she is behaving, that is, distancing herself from us - I think it is time.
I'm happy that I lost 800g, but sad because of old puss.
Hopefully tomorrow will bring more certainty.