The vet gave me doses of medicine to help him feel better. She looked at me and asked, "will he take a pill?". Of course I laughed and replied, "are you kidding me? He won't let me trim his claws never mind feed him a pill.". So she gave me liquid meds to squirt in his throat. The caveat with that? It's incredibly bitter so he won't want that either. We'll see how it goes tomorrow when I try it for myself. I imagine it will devolve into a gooey mess of epic proportions. And some scratching to boot.
Jack will be 7 in the Spring. I can hardly believe it. And in all those years this is the first time he's been ill. Hopefully his streak goes for another 7 years after this week.

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