Otto is also part of the reason why my mojo took a vacation. Otto got sick. 4 different medicines, twice a day, and special food sick. The vet thought infection, and we originally suspected pneumonia, but his lungs were clear. At the ripe young age of 15, something was bound to happen.
Unfortunately Otto’s illness also happened the same week Prince Charming had a business trip. He only takes one a year, and this was truly bad timing. We had the talk about Otto. When would enough be enough? I persevered with the medications, painkillers and food. I woke up every morning, wondering… Would today be the day?
In an effort to get him to eat, I mixed up his food: Science Diet A/D, Royal Canin A/D, broiled chicken from the deli, canned tuna. The fridge looked like a test kitchen at Purina, with all the opened cans. Eventually, it was Friskies Mixed Grill and canned tuna juice he’d eat, with a periodic nibble of dry food. And yogurt every couple days, to keep the intestinal flora going.
Long short story: Otto made it! He perked up once he was off the antibiotics, and got even better when Prince Charming came home. I know this is just one episode of probably more to come, but we’re thankful to still have the fuzzy menace with us.
Otto, of course, is now demanding tuna juice with every meal, and multiple trips outside to sniff the breeze. He’s the only cat allowed out of doors, and always under supervision.