so Ericcyboy who aged me by ten years recently with his acute renal failure is causing me more blooming grief!
He had a urethral spasm and apparently needs to have less stress in his life. He has and always has had the life of Riley and is now on a diet that gram for gram is more expensive than liquid gold.
i bought the water fountain (treated with the same level of disdain as the robot hoover). he has had ALL the best drugs until the vet said he's just taking the piss now and he does not need morphine and gabapentin for the shits and giggles any more.
he has baffled the vets with his rapid recovery and i do credit my entry level veterinary nursing crash course in part for his Lazarus like current status.
however, despite all the efforts i am putting in to look after his urethra, kidneys and overall well being at great expense and perplexing me daily on how much more chilled the little bugger can possibly be, he is drinking the christmas tree water. he is lapping it up like it's Bollinger about to go on the ration. he gets annoyed if i try and move him to better water supplies. and generally treats me with 98% contempt with occasional 2% tolerance.
will christmas tree water finish him
off or is it like pregnant women and he's seeking something that is missing from his glorious diet and could do him good?
hopeful photo of the 2% tolerance attached