Jim seems so much better that I can’t really believe in it, and feel superstitious about writing too much about it. Tonight he told me in no uncertain terms these things: I do not want that pill (Tramadol, but I finally got him to take it); I want only one dropperful of that liquid food; I want you to put me down outside now so I can pee; I want a big drink out of the community bowl; now I’m ready for bed, and I want to sleep in my normal spot in the big bed. So that’s what we’re doing.
While he was still resting in his crate with the door opened, before all the above happened, I suddenly decided that the time was right to give Simo a bath. I’ve been worrying about the fact that he seems a little red in places. He has very sensitive skin (and almost no fur), and it looked like he was getting a hot spot on his tail. Once he got over the initial terror, which made me very sad, he began to enjoy being in the water. I washed him with several different gentle, good-smelling soaps, scratching him lightly all over to rub soap on every hair (he loves being scratched like that). Then I rinsed him well, roughed him up with a towel (he loved that, too), put Benadryl cream on his tail and on one thigh, brushed his ‘mohawk’, gave him a Benadryl capsule, let him out and back in, and now he’s asleep, curled up next to Sadie. This is a first, and it makes me very happy.
Now it’s time for all of us to join the sleeping ones. While I was bathing Simo, Grace climbed into the big bed, fell asleep, and wet the bed. I’ve stripped it, done laundry, made it up with fresh sheets and blankets, and I’m so ready to get into it.
I hope to find Jim even more improved, tomorrow.