I am willing to bet that those of you who've been following the saga of Josie and her bladder know what that number means. 9 hours! Neither of us could get home during the middle of the day yesterday to let her out. So it was a mighty test. She passed with flying colors.
We're hoping this may mean her body has done all the adjusting it needs to the meds and she's back to normal.
Even so, we made plans to board her with our vet when we go visit family in March. It just makes more sense. $$, but worth it to know she's being taken care of (and if she happens to have a break through seizure, what better place for her to be). The cats will be fed by our friends Shannon and Kiley. Such good friends they are.
You see, we leave crazy early on a Monday. Our vet's office is not open on the weekends. So we either are going to have to take Josie in on the Friday before we leave or ask a friend to take her on Monday morning, after the office opens. Yeah, Shannon didn't even stutter. She instantly said yes before I could finish my sentence. She even said she'd take her on a walk before she took her to the vet.
NINE...soon to become my favorite number. Granted we won't leave her alone that long all the time, but it's nice to know that if I had to work on the floor and Kev couldn't get home, we wouldn't come home to a lake on our bed. (knock on wood)