Steroids is everyone’s best friend. It certainly is Mocha’s. Her 3 legs were swollen like sausages yesterday, so I brought her back to the vet, and we decided to start her on prednisone for short term palliative care for presumed lymphoma. Today, she’s got her svelte legs back.
Mocha’s also the recipient of my boiled chicken. No lack of appetite there. She’ll eat the chicken and spit out the pills, so I’ve learned to stuff the pills into the chicken meat. Poor Truffalo is just sniffing, salivating, anticipating, and coming up empty. Maybe we’ll give him some tonight.