Just got off the phone with the vet. Gracie is still vomiting every so often, but the vet isn’t nearly as worried as I’ve been. One of her partners is offering a free endoscopy. He hasn’t done a lot of them and would like to get in the practice. I was a trifle skeptical, but since I am rather blunt, I said he could do it if she was sure he wouldn’t break through Gracie’s intestinal wall or stomach. My vet got a big laugh out of that and assured me her partner wasn’t that bad.
So tomorrow morning, they’ll perform an endoscopy for no charge that may or may not show results. Then they’ll probably go through with the barium treatment and X-rays. If there’s no blockage found, we proceed from there.
The vet told me that after she got off the phone with me this morning she went in to pet and talk to Gracie, but no bellyrub was forthcoming. (I had told her how much I missed our morning routine.) Gracie isn’t the bellyslut. That’s Tig. He’ll roll over for anyone. But it’s good to know my vet did that. Gracie’s in good hands for sure.
It still could be nothing but the pancreatitis, and we just have to wait it out until the right hydration level is reached. Here’s hoping.
Any way you look at it, though, this entire week’s salary will probably go to pay the vet’s bill. That’s right, every minute I work this week is for Gracie.
Oh, okay. She’s worth it. You should hear her special purr that she does only for me. Deep, throaty, “I’m the happiest cat in the world” purr. Yeah, it’s worth a week’s salary.
and our four footed boss ate chocolate and $800 later was declared cured…