The Palladia Routine

Julie isn’t herself. 

I’ve barely seen her for five days. She’s not eating her food. 


But, she does still have an appetite. I’ve handled her three of her squeeze treats, and she’s eating them. (As a side bonus, I’m able to put a few drops of Gabapentin in there.)


The Palladia routine isn’t working. It makes Julie miserable. It makes me miserable. There is no point to this whole endeavor if we are both miserable, especially her. 


Tomorrow, she is due another dose — provided I ever see her. I’m going to try to wrap it inside a treat or equivalent. I’ve tried this before, with pet pill pouches, but it merits another shot. 


If that doesn’t work — and I don’t have my hopes high — I might just go with the Gabapentin to treat her pain, and see how it goes from there. I know the cancer will kill her eventually. That day could be soon. I’d rather her take pain meds to be comfortable and spare her the torture of giving her a pill she does not want. 

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