By the time we got her home yesterday, this poor cat was just about beside herself; and I can’t blame her. For the rest of the day and night, she mostly hid out in the bedroom, emerging only to drink or use the litter box.
We’ve been given assorted pills with which to medicate her. She does not want pills. She resists strenuously. We don’t have the skill for this. So we’ll have to find a way.
All that standing around, waiting for the cab, yesterday, did a number on my legs. Physical therapy later this morning.
Did I ever think that growing old was easy?
Anyone can do it, but it isn’t easy.