So, he wanders the streets for God only knows how long, alone and probably wondering where his family went--he obviously had one before he got here!
Finally finds his way to a nice, comfy home to spend his golden years in and what happens six weeks later:
I won't have his actual blood test results until Monday, but the vet says Beau's kidneys are very small; he's dehydrated and generally not doing very well. He also has a broken tooth that may be affecting his ability to eat.
He got some sub-q fluids today and I bought every brand of renal support canned food I could find at the clinic. Once the test results are in, Beau may have to spend a couple days on an IV at the clinic. Then he'll get sub-q fluids at home on a regular basis.
I knew when I brought him home that I wouldn't get years with him. Adopting a senior comes with different expectations than adopting a kitten, but I was expecting longer than a couple months. I'm not giving up on him without a fight! As long as he's comfortable and happy--he's purring on my lap as I type this--then I'll do whatever I can to keep him that way!
He is going to be sticking his nose in everything for a while yet, if I have anything to say about it!