Too Good to Last

Yeah, my vet stopped by today to check on the old man. I was kind of puffed up about his vital signs from last night and this morning, so I was happy that she was going to view his "turnaround!"

(sigh) It was not to be.

She says that although he seemed cheerful and was happy to have food, he was at 60/60. DAMMIT! Thank God it is not hot and sunny out too, because I am 30 minutes away, chained to my desk!!

I asked her to go ahead and give him 6-7 cc's of Lasix and I would follow up when I got home from work.

So much for turning my frown upside down.

=-(