94 days ago, I stared at that order button for twenty minutes.
I'd already been burned by three other fountains. Grown mold in the reservoir. Pump died in six weeks. Charlie sniffed and ignored every single one of them.
“Whatever doesn't work, I'm the one who falls for it again,” I thought. Charlie's water intake had dropped for over a year. My own vet friend had started saying the word “referral” more than I liked.
But I also thought: I can't keep watching this happen.
So I clicked. Distinctly certain I was making a mistake.
Day 3, Charlie drank for thirty seconds straight. I stood there and counted.
Week 2, I stopped refilling the bowl out of habit and worry - I just didn't need to check on him as much.
Twelve weeks in. Full labs. Kidney values stable for the first time in two years. My own vet looked at the panel, then at me. “Whatever you changed - keep doing it.”
It's the small things that get me. Not dreading his water bowl every morning. Not adding broth out of guilt. Not scheduling my week around a fountain I didn't trust.
I don't know where you are right now. Maybe the same tunnel I was in. Maybe you're thinking, “she got lucky, it won't work for mine.”
I thought that too.
94 days ago I clicked that button. Today I don't think about his water at all - which, if you've been in this, you know is the whole point.
Whatever you decide, I'm waiting for you.
- Dr. Sarah Mitchell, DVM