I am happy to report that this guy:
Is doing really pretty darn well.
He LOVES his new (gross, smelly, blobby-looking) food. We've already gone through an entire pallet of it. No weight gain yet, but no more loss, and I don't know. He's moving better. Bit more energy and sass. And he looks fluffier. Is fluffiness a medical indicator of improvement? If so, then SO FLUFFY.
Fluid injections, not so much. Still working on that.
Poop and constipation issues are still not 100% improved either, in spite of loading his (vile, putrid, rotting-fish-scented) food with pumpkin and Miralax. I thought we'd had a...ahem...significant breakthrough the other day...
Add "GEODE OR POOP?" to the long list of questions I never expected to ponder in my life.
Unfortunately, before I sat down to write this I was back at the vet with Ceiba, and am now waiting on HER blood work. I guess the pets are just so jazzed to finally have a plotline here on the blog that they're inventing ways to keep it going. Since a COLLAPSING TRACHEA apparently isn't exciting enough, Ceiba is either having some metabolic issues of her own or just being a very, very, very bad little dog.
A urine culture came back clean and she's not wetting her bed at night, but for some reason has decided that the tile in the foyer is great for peeing on. Like, all the time. Puddle after puddle, no less than 45 seconds after coming from the outside. It was definitely getting worse and it seemed she couldn't really help it so I was SURE there was an infection or something. But since it's not happening 24/7 hours a day the vet was like, "yeah we'll draw blood but she might just be being an asshole right now."
Anyway. We'll find out tomorrow. In the meantime. Pets. Please stop chasing Internet fame via your bathroom habits. It's really not dignified.