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Date: 23 January 2006 20:11:12
We visited the vet this morning, to have confirmed what we already knew, that there's really nothing more to be done. Basically, he could hang on for ages the way he is - and the decision as to when he's to 'go' is ours to make. So...we've brought him back home, yet again. Sounds daft, but he doesn't as yet seem to be in pain, he's still responsive and affectionate, is eating, still has use of sight and hearing, and (with odd accidents) of 'other functions.' (Some help sometimes necessary, and generous swathes of newspaper under his litter tray for those times when the 'pennies,' don't quite go where they should!) He's supposed to be confined to the study in order to prevent any more climbing accidents. However, I'm pleased to announce, that at the moment he's snoozing happily away in Miffdog's brand new, super-duper luxury bed in the hallway!
Apparently, along with the gradual loss of muscle control, we can also expect catty senility, borne out, I gather by his increased calling. (Could have fooled us; we thought he was being his usual chatty self!) Not sure about this one. When you say 'feline dementia' I've visions of poor Miffcat harbouring delusions that he's either Elvis Presley returned or Napoleon Bonaparte!
Thanks to folk for their best wishes. We'll keep you posted.