Scruffy lost his appetite and stopped eating after a day or so of his medication, and I was advised by the vet to stop the medication for the moment. After his recheck yesterday, his medicine was restarted. Last night and this morning he came when I opened the canned food, but he didn't put in an appearance tonight, which meant that I had to pill him again.
Since the last time, I had learned both a better way to hold his head and to use a syringe to give him a bit of water and help him swallow the pill, so I was feeling reasonably confident of being able to give him his meds with little trauma to both of us. I rinsed out the syringe, laid out his pill, and went over to his bookcase lair.
Collecting him and carrying him to the kitchen was no trouble, but then things went rapidly downhill. First, I couldn't quite remember how I was supposed to hold his head. Thus, it was a bit of a struggle to get him in an opened-mouth position that allowed me a free hand to drop in his pill.
Then, once I successfully got the pill in his mouth and clamped it shut, I realized that although I had cleverly placed the syringe within reach, I had failed to preload it with water. I was using one hand and both legs to hold Scruffy, so getting to the sink wasn't going to happen. Luckily, I found the cup of water I had drawn from to rinse out the syringe earlier.
At the end of the whole thing, I had successfully given him his meds, but not with nearly the ease I had hoped.
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