Still doing the juggling act of treating Hobo's opposing diabetes and
kidney dysfunction plus Speckles' hyperthyroidism and chronic
vomiting, both with special diets, insulin, and umpteen pills.  Now
there's a new medication on the shelf.  Speckles spent an unusually
quiet night but about 4:00 a.m. yesterday, she and Hobo both got me
up.   After settling them down, I noticed a small patch of vomit on
the living-room floor.  Obviously Speckles, Hobo was OK.  It was
fairly dark but I cleaned it up with a paper towel.  When I went to
the kitchen to dispose of it, in the light I saw it was bloody.  Panic
time.  Roused my son and we took off to the emergency clinic.  I'd
baggied the paper towel to show the vet and was relieved when he said
the bright red indicated it came from the esophagus, not her stomach
as I'd feared - it would have been a browner color.  Speckles was
rehydrated, and given a shot of something or other in her rump - Speck
promptly wreaked vengence on the poor tech - she screamed bloody (no
pun intended) murder, slashed the tech's hand, then peed on her!  We
got home about 5:30 a.m.; too late to bother with trying to get back
to sleep.  So we have another vial of medication to add to the four
Speck already has - this one is Carafate, used to treat ulcers.  So
with two elderly sick kitties, it never rains but it pours.  Wonder
what'll happen next???  Poor little sweeties, I ache *for* them when
they'll ailing and hurting.

 Thanks for listening.

   Jeanne