Bob and I could not find Smoky last night. We didn’t think he was outside. We called and searched inside and outside of the house all night. No Smoky. This morning when I got up, no Smoky. Bob had looked under our bed last night but didn’t think he saw him. This time Bob got the flashlight and sure enough, there he was and he really didn’t want to come out. If it was Sabrina it wouldn’t be strange that she was hiding because she does that all the time. Smoky doesn’t hide. He wouldn’t eat or drink and was even more laid back than usual.
At 8:45 this morning we took him to the vet. We really didn’t have much to tell her except Smoky wasn’t himself. They did some blood work and it looks like he has an infection somewhere. He doesn’t seem in pain, doesn’t limp, doesn’t cry, there is no wound, he uses his litter box so that’s all they could figure out. They gave him a steroid injection to improve his appetite and make him feel better and started him on antibiotics. We have a horrible time giving Smoky pills so this time we have a liquid to give him twice a day. Please wish us luck.
This afternoon he seems a little more himself, sitting by me when I am downstairs painting and eating and drinking a little. Poor guy. I sure wish we could figure out what makes him sick with these infections. He is such a sweet fellow with the best disposition. I feel so bad when he is sick.