Conspiracy To Keep Me Out Of The Gym
After a week of taking it easy so my ankle can start healing, I was ready to hit the gym. Albeit, in a very gentle way.
So what does life toss at me? First up, a lethargic 17-year-old cat who refused food for 2 days.
Spider has kidney disease. We know at some point we’re going to have to make the “quality of life” decision. A few days before kitty stopped eating we noticed his jumping skills declined sharply over the last few weeks. Missing easy jumps. Falling off furniture (and not landing on feet).
The next up he refused food and instead just wanted water. More and more water.
After a visit with the vet (Yeah! All blood work showed no deterioration!) his appetite came back like a demon. He got stronger, which translated into better balance. It’s looking more like he was in pan from arthritis in his back legs and lower spine. So now we’re looking at pain meds to help him through these episodes.
So time for the gym.
Not so fast. Time for pet crisis #2.
Our Old English Sheepdog started throwing up. This lasted for about 5 hours. Then the diarrhea hit.
Peekabu started throwing up 8 hours after her breakfast. Her stomach never emptied. Thankfully the x-rays showed no blockage. It’s looking like a slightly inflamed pancreas. The only change for her was a new doggie daycare – one with all day play for our high energy girl. Our vet suspects an over abundance of treats triggered this episode.
So how could I go to the gym with a dog doing her best impersonation of Linda Blair (from both ends!). Nope. I had to watch her like a hawk.
It’s been 3 days and she still isn’t 100%. While her appetite back, Peekie’s energy level still is lacking. She’s resting now. So that means I slip away to the gym.
Nope. I’ve caught my 3th cold this season. Ugh!
So I’m convalescing in bed with Peekabu. Fingers crossed that both of us will be up and about in a day or so.