The Dude Abides
Looking back through blog posts, I am astonished to see it is over a year since Mojo was diagnosed with the early stages of chronic renal failure.
Been a long road since then for all of us. If someone had told me a year ago that I'd learn to do sub-cutaneous fluid treatments, I would have said, "Not while there's a professional left in the world who's capable."
After a rough start and some intense negotiations, he is as good as gold for his sub-q treatments now. Husband barely has to restrain him. He sits as still as he can; impatience still ripples under his skin. But he is oh, so good.
We weighed him tonight. 8 lbs, steady as a rock.
And he is healthy. Approximately 6-7 small meals a day, received with enthusiasm. Plays with his catnip toys every day. Snoozes in his little round bed, on the big family bed, or on his favourite plaid blankie inbetweentimes.
Doing well. Knock wood.