All is calm with the furkids today. Everyone seems to feel fine.
Hope, Windy and Jake have decided they hate squirrels. As they look out the bay window and bark, they watch the little tree rats try to steal seed from the bird feeder. This feeder, though, doesn’t allow theft. The squirrels ignore my furkids’ barking.
Hope has been taking her medicine and eating fine. She is drinking more water, but that was to be expected. She will go Monday afternoon to get her stitches out and have her second round of chemotherapy.
As for Hope taking pills, I use sliced American cheese, peanut butter, hot dogs and Pill Pockets, which are a product made by the Greenies company. Pill Pockets are a bit pricey, but they get the job done. Hope doesn’t like the same food items all the time, so I have to mix it up.
After a chat with a co-worker who treated her dog’s cancer with chemo, I feel better. She was pleased to give her furkid an additional 10 and ½ months. The little girl would have lived longer if she had not cut her paw. Infection set in and could not be conquered.
So far so good. Thanks for all the prayers. Please keep them coming.