Monday, August 18, 2014
Day of Hope, Day of Terror
Brody: I'm feeling OK today. I didn't cough last night when Mom gave me my medicine, but I did this morning.
Karen Jo: You coughed quite a bit this morning.
Brody: I didn't sleep with Mom last night. She gave me my meds just before she went to bed and I wasn't ready to cuddle with her after that. I did get a bit of my own back. I bit her finger.
Karen Jo: You bit me pretty hard, too. I bled a little.
Brody: Serves you right for sticking nasty things in my mouth.
Karen Jo: You have to take your meds to get well.
Brody: At least I get treats afterward. This morning I was my old self when it came to treats. I tried to eat every cat's treats and I got a lot. I wish I felt even better, though. Yesterday morning Cissy tried to play with me and I hissed and growled at her to make her go away. I never do that.
Karen Jo: I am all torn up about Brody. In some ways he seems better. He is fighting his meds harder and when Herman did that he was improving. He won't play and I was shocked when he hissed and growled at Cissy, but that could be an improvement on just ignoring her, which is what he did Saturday. I put some catnip out yesterday to distract Cissy and that worked just fine. Brody watched the other cats get all nipped up, then retreated to the stroller when they started to get rowdy. I am both hopeful and terrified of what the vet might tell me this afternoon. Brody isn't sending me any signals that he is ready to go to the Rainbow Bridge, but that cough has got to hurt. It shakes his entire body. I want him to get better if he can, but I don't want him to suffer any more than he has to. I have been going over and over in my mind what to do, but I can't decide until I know more. It's got me tied up in knots.