I was just about to come here and start to compose another post, and then I saw my last one was about Cylia’s health, and that I’d left things hanging.
She’s been on medication three times a day (which really could be compressed to twice a day, I suppose) since mid November, and she’s responded extremely well. I now have a happy cat who is back to loving life and enjoying spending time with me. In fact, I just was at the vet with her today getting her a checkup and vaccinations, and the vet is pleased with her progress. Unfortunately, she’s still lost a bit of weight since then, but it could be water weight as one of the meds she’s on is a diuretic. That said, her appetite doesn’t really seem off.
The vaccinations are necessary because I’m going to be putting her in boarding in a few weeks, as I’m going to be heading back to the UK – because I didn’t get back at Christmas, and I have a week of vacation time to use before the end of March, or I lose it.
This past Christmas for me… didn’t really happen. I started feeling not too good on the latter part of Christmas Eve, and then by Christmas Day I felt awful. Breaking out the handy-dandy free COVID tests I’d been hanging onto, I tested positive. So my Christmas plans got thrown right out of the window, and I was essentially quarantining at home for the next two weeks until I tested negative.
