12/3/07 Sigh

False alarm on the Tuesday poo announcement. I mean, there was poo, but that was the only time. Over the weekend, Dixon was so stopped up that he started vomiting every time he tried to eat anything. We took him to the ER vet last night because it had been 5 days since he'd gone to the bathroom. (The ER vet gave him a shot to stop the vomiting, but that was about it). Today, Dixon is back at his regular vet for yet another enema. Now they're saying words like "exploratory surgery" and "neurological issues" and "X-ray intestines every 15 minutes for changes in movement". Bless his poor little kitty heart. On the positive side (if there is one), we've gotten really good at giving pills. It used to be a real fight, but now we're all resigned to the fact that the pill has to be swallowed, so we might as well get on with it.

The current poo cost, if you're keeping track, sits at $750. This latest round of tests will push us over the $1000 mark. (And to think that I was griping about $250). Tony and I always go on a nice trip somewhere in lieu of Christmas presents to each other. This year, we're buying cat poo. What can you do though? Dixon is family.

Barbados will still be there next year.