Just got through writing and putting in the mail thank you notes to Dr. Lenarduzzi (who did Snickers' surgery and took him home to care for him) and also an extremely belated one to Dr. Emerson, the other vet there, who did the same thing for Jester after his bladder stone surgery. She has small children, yet she took Jester home and gave him pain meds, did critical care feedings, and other kinds of care for him through the night, and was awake with him at 6 a.m. when he passed away the next morning.
I was too wrecked to think about thank-you notes then, but I wrote her one just now, and put it in the mail too. They are great vets and I feel very blessed to have exotics vets AT ALL in this area, much less ones as caring as these are.
When I have him out, he's acting normal... letting me pet him but biting everything. He didn't have to pee, either. He has always been that way, even though he's always gotten gentle handling. He loves to grab hold of anything -- paper, towels, fleece, lettuce, clothing, human flesh -- and yank backward as hard as he can.
He does snuggle though, once he gets everything good and yanked on -- one time he doesn't yank is when he *does* have to pee. One time he was all snuggled up on my shoulder and peed right in my hair. Tsk!
Smokey sounded congested last night but fine this morning. I am going to keep an eye on him. We may end up back out at the vet's office again soon.
Everyone is now on a cornsilk and husk regimen every Sunday afternoon. Now they are all getting distilled water. Hoping there are no more stones in our future.
They love their new cornsilk regimen. I heard another person tell me that her mother cooked corn in water in the husks and then kept the water and put sugar in it (to improve the taste) and had the family drink it for bladder health.
I hope it works, because I feel like MoonPie and Snickers might have been brothers. Of course I've no proof one way or the other.
Smokey goes back and forth between sudden spurts of bravery and his usual shyness, and Louie is just his handsome, charming self, as always.
MoonPie is doing really well. He seems to enjoy the extra room and plays with the two stuffed toys. I know they completely smell like Snickers because Snickers did stuff to them all the time. He doesn't seem lonely at all. I, however, miss Snickers' round black and orange behinie hopping around and his dedication to chomping the bars a bunch.
A lot of people are doing that "I'm thankful for..." each day on FaceBook. I'm not doing that, but I have the latest picture of the boys as my computer wallpaper here at work, and every time I log on or shut down my computer, I am so thankful for their sweetness.
I want to get them out and take Christmas photos, but I know I would post them immediately, and then that would be over -- all before Thanksgiving has even happened. But I've got a red blanket with white dots all over it, like snow. I hope it will be cute.
MoonPie was doing major zoomies all over his cage last night. I guess he is going to be OK. He is friendlier toward me as well. He was always the more shy of the two boys.
I ordered some of the 3rd cut. Thank goodness. They are being good sports about the store hay, though. Pretty good. They make sure it is good and dead by trampling it to death before they eat it.
Sorry to be such a downer but it still feels like Snickers should be coming home from the hospital and that Sam should come hopping out from behind every corner. I am grateful for those I still have -- very grateful -- but can't shake the sadness for those lost and I have depression issues anyway. Give all your babies extra love today -- you'll never regret it.