For the next five days he's on a liquid only diet of chicken noodle soup and water; he is not happy about this decision and is convinced he's starving to death. There is a lot of whining and pacing back in forth in front of the closet where his food is stored.
He's also on a ten day, three times a day, regiment of antibiotics. For now, we're crushing the tablets up and mixing them in with his soup.
This treatment did not come cheap. While I'm glad we didn't wait any longer than we did, especially as waiting could have had some pretty serious repercussions, this kind of bill right before the biggest shopping holiday of the year was not well timed. Not to mention we have a child celebrating his eleventh birthday this weekend with a couple of friends at the movie theater.
Yes, that reads $332. Ouch.
Good thing we love the little furball.