I woke up this morning pretty tired. When Darryl needs something, and his needs are actually pretty basic (pee, poo, water, food...usually in that order) he does one of a few things. Last night it was a lot of heavy breathing. It drives me crazy. Some may think he's breathing that way because he's hot. That's not the case. I think he's just uncomfortable. I took him out around 4 am and he peed. I thought I could sleep in after that but then he needed to poop. I am feeding him more now so, as a result, he's pooping more. That's just what happens in case you didn't know. The thing with Darryl, and with most animals, is they don't like to poo or pee in one spot. In Darryl's case, since he can't walk, I have to carry him to a few different places to finish his business. And trust me, he likes to take his time. Sometimes i just lay him down to poop and he's fine with that. But now he's realizing the cat poops where he poops and he likes to spend his "poop time" eating (cat poop). It's a frustrating cycle.
So, Darryl is on a few different medications: thyroid, anti-seizure, steroids and antibiotics. He takes all of these twice a day. He can't completely empty his bladder because, I think, he doesn't have total feeling in that part of his body, hence the difficulty in making his back legs work properly for walking on his own. So, because of this issue he gets bladder infections. When he gets these it feels just like it does when we get them. How do i know? His actions tell me so. He's frantic and he barks and whines and pants. This is what was happening this morning. It doesn't happen too frequently but when it does I have to double dose his antibiotics and give him a Tramadol, which is similar to a Vicodin for us. He's quiet now but my morning was stressful and hectic. On top of having to carry him out 6 or 7 times from 4 am on, I have to cook his meals. I boil chicken broth and make oats. I mix that with raw meat and sweet potatoes or canned pumpkin. After that, I pour bone broth in his bowl. This is twice a day, every day.
Today I'm tired. I probably wake up looking like I got punched. The last time I slept sound through the night was probably a week and a half ago. I sleep with a white noise machine but I can still hear Darryl' panting over that. I'm so in tune with him that I feel like i'm in light sleep constantly. I compare it to having an infant. I've never had an infant but I can imagine it's something like this. I can also tell you I am 100% sure I do not want kids. Thanks to Darryl, he's shown me how difficult it can be.
So, Darryl is on a few different medications: thyroid, anti-seizure, steroids and antibiotics. He takes all of these twice a day. He can't completely empty his bladder because, I think, he doesn't have total feeling in that part of his body, hence the difficulty in making his back legs work properly for walking on his own. So, because of this issue he gets bladder infections. When he gets these it feels just like it does when we get them. How do i know? His actions tell me so. He's frantic and he barks and whines and pants. This is what was happening this morning. It doesn't happen too frequently but when it does I have to double dose his antibiotics and give him a Tramadol, which is similar to a Vicodin for us. He's quiet now but my morning was stressful and hectic. On top of having to carry him out 6 or 7 times from 4 am on, I have to cook his meals. I boil chicken broth and make oats. I mix that with raw meat and sweet potatoes or canned pumpkin. After that, I pour bone broth in his bowl. This is twice a day, every day.
Today I'm tired. I probably wake up looking like I got punched. The last time I slept sound through the night was probably a week and a half ago. I sleep with a white noise machine but I can still hear Darryl' panting over that. I'm so in tune with him that I feel like i'm in light sleep constantly. I compare it to having an infant. I've never had an infant but I can imagine it's something like this. I can also tell you I am 100% sure I do not want kids. Thanks to Darryl, he's shown me how difficult it can be.
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