It’s been a while since I have written about Renn. Renn is an unspectacular fellow, and so doesn’t get much publicity here. When he does, it’s usually to do with his health.
Fortunately, his health is - knock on wood - good. Wednesday was an off day for him: he threw up twice, and didn’t want anything to eat. I was afraid that I was at last going to have to use the Cerenia I bought for him. But he recovered by Thursday, and ate well several times during the day. That is how it usually is with my big boy; he will suffer a day of feeling poorly, and then recover. After a length of time not wanting to eat, he will almost make up for the loss with a renewed appetite later. (He has his two favourite kinds of hard-food to choose from at each meal; periodically, he will eat some soft-food, now and then a surprising amount. But it's mainly the hard.). If he continues thusly, I won’t complain too loudly. His kidney disease is undoubtedly progressing but, at fifteen, I think he is doing quite well.
And he is slowly, very slowly, learning to live with Zofia. He doesn’t always tolerate her proximity, especially if she wishes to play with his tail. But if she is feeling the need for company, without cuddles, he may tolerate her.
And he and I still have our fun together. He almost never plays anymore, but we sit together while watching the odd movie; he visits me at bath-time; he comes out to lie near by when I relax on the sitting room couch with a cup of tea, and he is almost always on the bed in the night. We are well into our twelfth year together, and Renn and I are both quite satisfied with things.
And Patty, you didn’t mind seeing pictures of Renn sleeping; I hope these will please.