Isolation in the ICU

Sunday January 4th

We spent our Sunday trying our hardest not to overly distress about the situation. Trying to be as positive as you can is very difficult! Everytime the phone would ring I jumped, thinking maybe it was the emergency clinic telling us that Molson didn't make it. I couldn't bring myself to call the clinic for updates, so Joel would do the dirty work.

The vet told us that Molson was still very lethargic, not eating, and continued to have a small amount of diarrhea. He would require a plasma infusion due to his low blood cell count. In addition, he would require albumin as well. The IV fluids, electrolytes and tamiflu continued. We agreed to whatever they thought would help him recover.

Everytime we called we could hear Guinness yelping his little heart out in the background. It was upsetting, but at the same time refreshing. We thought that maybe his annoying, but spunky way would help Molson fight the virus. As they were in separate cages, at least he could hear that his brother was still with him. The staff there were at their wits end I am sure, but were very good about the situation. By evening time they started to say "Guinness is doing much better now, feel free to pick him up anytime." We knew he was driving them nuts, but felt better if he was observed for the rest of the night. The clinic closed in the morning, so they would have to be picked up in the morning anyways.