Today had to have been one of the worst days for Baron since he started suffering from his arthritis and infection of some kind. The infection was treated but his arthritis seems to be getting worse. Today he fell asleep in the guest room and we think the leg on that side (right rear leg) fell asleep. So, when Baron tried to get up, he couldn't stand up without help. Then, he wouldn't/couldn't put that one leg down to assist him in walking. It was a nightmare AND so sad to watch him and know he was in severe pain. Worse...he can't be taken to the vet's office until Monday.
We knew he need to go out to pee but he didn't even want to try walking forward. The Beast finally had to go get his training collar out of the car and put it on Baron. For whatever reason, he loves that collar and he will respond to any commands when it's on him. The Beast used that fact to get Baron down the ramp and outside to pee. The Beast knew which tree was Baron's favorite so he took his time to get Baron over to it and Baron actually looked relieved to make it. I was in my computer room when it occurred to me that getting DOWN the ramp was hard enough but getting him UP it would be a nightmare. With it being his rear leg that was paining him, there was just no way he could get back UP the ramp because he needed that leg to either support his body up that step and into the house or to push his body upward while the other leg supported his weight. No way, Jose. I got up and out to the garage/kitchen door just in time to hold the door open so the Beast could lift up Baron's backside and help him up that step.
The Beast had to keep Baron on the leash into the bedroom and I had to help Baron onto his mattress, which would be a much softer place for him to lay down. We did have two cute things happen to the fur babies. It kind of went like this: when Baron gave his *need to go outside* whine and then tried to get up, the cat actually made it hard for Baron because, as soon as Baron got up on his front legs, the cat started rubbing up against his face and interfering with him getting up on his hind legs. So I grabbed Sassy and put her into my computer room so she couldn't keep up that behavior. Especially when we figured out that Baron's hind leg wasn't helping him get up.
Well, Sassy, who adores Baron, didn't like being separated from him. She was both upset and yet wanted my attention so she bounced between my lap and the door out. She was very unhappy and upset. She tried stretching up to open the door (it looked so funny/cute) and she was trying to see Baron under the door (the guest room and my computer room are opposite from each other). THEN, when she couldn't open my door OR see Baron, she started crying. Guess what else happened? Baron got very upset when he heard her crying and HE started whining for her. The Beast had to open the door and let her out. The two of them then spent about five minutes of face rubbing and Baron licked her head to tell her that he cared, too.
When the Beast finally got Baron outside, the cat stayed right by him and she even pee'd on the other side of the same tree that Baron used! When we were trying to get Baron back in, she raced inside and stood near the door and looked like she was encouraging him into the house with her tiny meows.
She let him get settled on his mattress and then she got up on it with him but didn't lay on him. Later, Baron made the black/white blanket into a pillow of sorts and laid his head on it. After looking at the cat a few times (I think they communicate with telepathy) she got up and moved to the *pillow* and shared it with Baron so she had her head on the *pillow*, too. That's when Baron finally let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He was content and in less pain on the foam mattress.
The Beast and I had a late *everything* kind of eating day. Late breakfast, lunch and then dinner. I wasn't even thinking about eating when the Beast came into my room and said, *C'mon, let's eat,* He had made us some ham and eggs and I was suddenly very hungry. He had sliced a few pieces of the ham he'd bought the other day (really nice ham, too!) and freshly gathered eggs. It was delicious. We talked about Baron and I guess the Beast and I will be taking him to the vet's, bright and early, on Monday.
I told the Beast that *I* would give Baron his medications since the dog isn't built like the Beast is and would need his medication every day. I can't trust the Beast to be sure to give even his pain medications to the dog. I told him that he can't treat Baron when *he* feels Baron should take his meds. He's bad about taking his own medications, especially the one for his blood pressure.
If he can't be trusted to take his own meds, I don't believe he'll give Baron his every day. He wouldn't have given Baron a lot of his medications except that he needed my help to give him some so I knew when he gave it to him or when he *forgot*. I'd have to remind him some days. I will NOT let Baron suffer if I can help it. I WILL insist on something for Baron's pain from his arthritis since he's gotten worse. He's so thin from all the weight he lost. Even if he IS eating better (Sassy helps with that when she tries to steal some of Baron's squishy food)....LOL. Personally, I think she does it on purpose to encourage him to eat. I guess she prefers him a bit *plumper* than he is right now.
I think animals are very sensitive to other animals that are in pain or have a serious injury. Sassy knew, even before it was obvious to US, that Baron was in pain and needed some affection. She's always adored Baron, even when she was still half-grown. Whoever dumped her and her brother off in our area sure gave up a couple of cute kittens. I don't know a more affectionate, yet independent, cat. She loves attention but she gives it in small doses....LOL. Except to Baron, of course.
We found out, just recently, that she goes over to visit with her brother most mornings. He was *adopted* by another family in our area. She goes over to visit him for a couple hours most days. They just take a walk around the area, then a short nap, cuddled up, before she comes home. The only way to tell them apart is the brother has some long, wild hair in his ears. They are look-alikes other than that small difference. I can tell them apart from a distance even. That's what I look for. Oh, and they visit with our friends, Diane and Dennis, every day, too. Once I told Diane how I can tell them apart, she now can tell which one of them is our cat.
Diane laughed when I used the term *furbabies*. She had never heard that before. It really tickled her for some reason. She has the cutest laugh when she's tickled over something. You can tell when she REALLY is tickled just by her laugh.
Enough! I must post this now and take my shower. My stitches are starting to be absorbed/fall off. I know I am healing just because of that. It 's about time, too! I still have some swelling but I try to ignore that part as much as I can. It, too, shall go away. The sooner, the better.
Love you all. Be good, stay warm and enjoy your Sunday. Spend time with relatives, call your old friends/older family members. We love to hear from loved ones. All too soon, we will just be memories. Give us a hug. Tell us about your day/week. It's nice to be remembered while we are still alive. Be sure to tell us you love us. It will make you happier when we pass over that rainbow bridge. ***Hugs***
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