Grandma turns 91 and Zephyr back to the vet.
Today is my grandma's 91st birthday. I think it's pretty amazing to get to that age. She has alzeihmer's so visiting her can be a difficult time. She didn't seem with it at all today. Unfortunately, I couldn't go near her because of my cold. I went to drop off a present with the nurses but they said as long as I washed her hands and stayed back from her it should be okay. Devon sung Happy Birthday to her, but she thought he didn't know who she was (he does, of course). He's been trying very hard with Grandma lately, which I appreciate because he doesn't like elderly people at all. I don't think he understands about people getting old. We couldn't stay for long, which I guess was good because we were both sick, because we arrived just at lunchtime.
We would have gone earlier, except we had to take Zephyr to the Vet. I've been in bed the last couple of days, so I hadn't realised Zephyr hadn't been turning up to meals for a day or two. The food had been eaten, but that was probably the neighbourhood cats coming in the cat door. Grr. Anyway, Brad and I went looking for Zephyr last night and found him lying under a bush not looking too great. When I carried him up I realised he couldn't put any weight on his paw, he wasn't touching his food and he was pretty lethargic. As always, we find all this out just after the vet shuts! We set him up in the kitchen for the night, so I rang the vet to make an appointment the minute they opened. It turns out he's got a high temperature and a badly swollen paw/lower leg. The vet thinks he's had a small bite which has infected quite badly. No doubt, he's been fighting a lot lately - I'm not sure who with, and I'm not sure if it's the cat we thought was his friend or one of the other ones around. He's got to stop fighting, it's costing me a fortune in vet bills!
I still haven't made a decision about next year. I had better get on to it!
We would have gone earlier, except we had to take Zephyr to the Vet. I've been in bed the last couple of days, so I hadn't realised Zephyr hadn't been turning up to meals for a day or two. The food had been eaten, but that was probably the neighbourhood cats coming in the cat door. Grr. Anyway, Brad and I went looking for Zephyr last night and found him lying under a bush not looking too great. When I carried him up I realised he couldn't put any weight on his paw, he wasn't touching his food and he was pretty lethargic. As always, we find all this out just after the vet shuts! We set him up in the kitchen for the night, so I rang the vet to make an appointment the minute they opened. It turns out he's got a high temperature and a badly swollen paw/lower leg. The vet thinks he's had a small bite which has infected quite badly. No doubt, he's been fighting a lot lately - I'm not sure who with, and I'm not sure if it's the cat we thought was his friend or one of the other ones around. He's got to stop fighting, it's costing me a fortune in vet bills!
I still haven't made a decision about next year. I had better get on to it!