Hi everyone.
He continues to improve still and is eating well.
I think I can feel some returning muscle mass as he doesn't feel so bony.
This whole situation has shown me that sometimes it can be very worthwhile fighting and trying to treat things that are sometimes viewed as untreatable. I feel that if I had left it that weekend and had not had the knowledge I have and the resolve to stay up all night and syringe feed and at least try, That Tiffy would no longer be here. It was that close. Some other people may have made the decision to PTS then. I know I nearly did.
I see him now and how contented he looks and it makes the whole thing worthwhile. He hates the syringe feeding and just about tolerates the subcutaneous fluids but they take up such a small part of his day in relation to the rest of it.
As a staff nurse with humans I always get a great feeling when I do something that saves life or helps. I have to say the feeling I got knowing I helped saved Tiffy's life is in a different league. I feel its one of the best things I have ever done. He is so special to me.
Its almost like he knows I helped him get better. Our bond has never been so close.
I don't know how long we have left together. In a way I'm not thinking about that now. I know I have the tools and knowledge to help him as long as I am able to.
To finish a quick joke: I went to see my psychiatrist because I kept dreaming about turning into an Indian teepee and a marquee. Apparently I was becoming too tense (2 tents).
