New Year's Eve at the Cosy Apartment

I spoke with Tucker’s doctor yesterday about my roly poly’s latest ‘curve’, the measurement of his diabetes management. The veterinary was very pleased with the shape of the curve and its range; the lowest reading for Tucker’s blood-sugar was just where it should be (7.8). The only caution that the doctor made was that she wouldn’t want it to go much lower, with his newly diagnosed kidney issues ready to cause trouble. But, so far so good.

Now that the Mirtazapine is finished, Tucker’s appetite is already lessening, but with a combination of cat-food (for the ingredients he needs) and some human-level pork and chicken (for the ingredients he likes), I think he will do all right. The doctor also approves of the continued salmon-oil dosing that I am giving Tucker. My sausage-shaped cat doesn’t care for receiving the oil, as it is probably in too great an amount at once for his liking; it would make me sick, frankly. I probably am putting too much in the syringe (between two and three millilitres a day) but it is having an advantageous effect on his coat, which is very soft compared to its previous condition, and signs of dandruff have diminished. As well, his bald spot has disappeared, though there is still a patch of less dense fur on his back. The doctor told me that the oil is also providing calories for Tucker.

As 2019 ends, it is ending positively. I don’t mind seeing it depart, but its last weeks seem to be making up a little for its earlier failings. I would like to wish everyone a happy new year, and a safe New Year’s Eve. I will be staying in with the cats, as always; my town doesn’t have many night-spots to hit and, anyway, I’m at the age when the best I can do is hit the late afternoon spots…