Ironic Vindication

Neville is much improved. I gave him his injection of Cerenia Thursday afternoon, and he hasn’t thrown up since. He is eating and acting normally, though he now spends a great deal of his time at the top of the taller cat-tree in the sitting room, rather than in the bedroom on the bed. That’s fine with me – cats often change their habits after a trauma (and having all his teeth removed, followed by a bad illness, counts, I think) – though if he is ever sick up there, the mess will be impressive.

I was worried that the Cerenia wouldn’t work on Nev, as he has never had it before. That shouldn’t be a cause of ineffectiveness; nonetheless, I bought it specifically for Renn, and it seemed proporietorially his. I never thought I would use it first (or ever) on the Nevsky.

But I am relieved that it worked. I feel vindicated in buying it, though I wish I had never had to use it. Even so, I am confident in giving it now, since the manner in which it was delivered was obviously correct, and confident in this particularly vial’s worth. Neville’s doctor is the rescue-group’s regular veterinary, and not those at the hospital whose head office changed their policies, though if he had gone to the hospital for Cerenia, a technician would have been sufficient to inject it. But Thursday’s dose here at home saved the cost of a veterinary visit, and the time required for it. Most importantly, it saved Neville the stress of going.

Now, he can devote the weekend to important work, much of which looks like this…