Grady in Hospice: Weakness
Yesterday Grady began to respond a little more to conversation than he had been earlier in the week. "Grady, are you hungry?" Ears perk up. «Yeah... I could eat. Is it tuna?» There were a few occasions where he actually cleaned his plate. The vomiting he had during Christmas weekend went away once I began pureeing his food. I am debating giving him back his kibble, knowing that he's been having issues with things not breaking down completely.
Today he jumped on my lap for the first time in several days. Later on, after he had wandered back to his spot beside the sofa, he came back and jumped up to sniff and visit. It's becoming apparent that his hind legs aren't keeping up. His jumps are incomplete, whether it's to the sofa or a countertop he's not supposed to be on. That he's trying gives me a little peace. That he decided he wanted to sit on my lap for a spell was reassuring.
He seems okay for now. I don't expect him to improve or recover from his illness. It is a little odd for me to have to check his butt every day since he stopped bathing himself, but he seems to be okay with it. It's a waiting game.
Today he jumped on my lap for the first time in several days. Later on, after he had wandered back to his spot beside the sofa, he came back and jumped up to sniff and visit. It's becoming apparent that his hind legs aren't keeping up. His jumps are incomplete, whether it's to the sofa or a countertop he's not supposed to be on. That he's trying gives me a little peace. That he decided he wanted to sit on my lap for a spell was reassuring.
He seems okay for now. I don't expect him to improve or recover from his illness. It is a little odd for me to have to check his butt every day since he stopped bathing himself, but he seems to be okay with it. It's a waiting game.