Hey Michelle, and everyone else. Thanks for asking about Artie. He is holding his own. He seems to be on a fairly stable existence right now. Still lots of meds, but what can you do. He did lose a bit more weight over the past month. I contacted his new specialist, whom I love. We are planning on him being seen in about a month or so, and a possible ultrasound..but only if it is needed. If it is not, and the new vet does not feel it will be helpful, we will not go through with it.
He is still loving. still cuddling.
thanks.. I am not cooking much, having a ton of salads, although it is not effecting my weight.. sigh..
I tried to have some tuna fish yesterday on my salad. No, I could not eat any without sharing it with Artie.. I had to give him 1/3 of a small can.. he loved it .. licked the bowl clean ~ TWICE!!!
I added some egg to mine, and he still wanted more!!! Artie has really come to understand the NO word and the Bad Boy word.. especially after Friday night.
He has to be fasting before and after one med which I give before I go to bed. I gave him his med, picked up his food bowl, placing it on the counter.
I was sitting, watching TV for a half hour..at least that was the plan.. then I would give him his food back..
All of a sudden I heard, something fall on the ceramic floor in the kitchen. I then heard a crash, break.. Artie came running out of the kitchen~~ ears back.. me jumping up from the chair, saying,
"What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU done???" Walked into the kitchen and saw his fork on the floor, and the food bowl shattered all over the floor with food splattered everywhere!!
I was so upset.. I kept saying.. "Bad Boy, Bad boy".. of course Artie had to come in to inspect... that got me even more upset! I kept thinking he would cut his paw on the shards or even lick up some of the pieces into his stomach. The kitchen does not have a door to close. Artie kept coming in. I had to keep yelling at him, while I tried to pick up the pieces without cutting myself. Then had to wsht he floor, door cabinet and the kitchen rug. Artie kept trying to investigate. I had to keep yelling at him, "Bad BOY, Bad Boy... GET out of here, GET OUT"... I had to watch where I was stepping also, because all I had on my feet were socks.
I had to wash the floor also. Twice.. once to wipe, then steam it clean, then it still stunk, so wash with lysol peroxide cleaner and then rinse it twice with water..
Artie got so upset. He stayed out of the kitchen, and did not want to return to it.. even with new food.
I must have really hurt his feelings. He was hungry and wanted food, and here I am yelling at him.. he got so mixed up.
I apologized to him several times the next day.. He still will not eat any of the variety of food that he split on the floor. Poor baby...