If you are wondering how Her Maj is getting on, well yesterday I would’ve said she is fine. We are in a routine. It’s not perfect but it works and she’s still here.
BeAnne sort of eats dog food (with muchos cajoling) or cat food (she steals it) and takes herself off to hunt for baby bunny rabbitses when she feels like it (I pretend I don’t know). Sometimes she even has a wee swim.
She likes water. Very much.
But we have bad days and today was one of them. The lunch-time pills were consistently spat out despite the ham parcels they were lovingly wrapped in. This resulted in me going to the not-very-local-shop (20 minute drive away) to get many pounds (money)’s worth of people treats (ham – smoked and honey roasted, hot dogs, meatballs, triangle-shaped cheese) to wrap/disguise her pills in. Instructions on the pill packet it says they must be eaten whole (no crushing or splitting) so we need a vehicle to disguise them in and one Monster wants too as envy greatly inspires.
I have a pill-popper syringe thingy which resulted in her biting me!
Gah! I am finding this difficult.
And, I think, so is BeAnne. The pills are a necessity to life but, at the moment, there are more good days than bad. I tell myself this because today was a bad one.
But she did eat her supper and the cat’s leftovers and has cheered up immensely. I have gin so I have cheered up too.