Frankie and the Vet

Frankie is 18.5 years old. I have had her since she was a kitten. Her kidneys are not working at the level to which she needs them, but they are probably working pretty damn well for someone her age. Unfortunately, it isn't good enough for her to function really well. Lately she seems like a crotchety old lady (some of you might say, like her mother). She wakes me up early; she doesn't like to clean herself (like a really old lady) and she is a VERY finicky eater and every so often (actually rarely) she is incontinent. Last week, she pretty much stopped eating, so I force fed her baby food. I took her to the vet Friday. She had started picking on food a wee bit again. Yesterday, I left her at the vet all day for her to get fluids intravenously. And she was sent home with an IV of fluid for me to prick her with each day (or every other, depending upon her) a give her fluids under her skin (thank god, they don't expect me to find a vein). She did have a catheter in at the vets yesterday, so she has a bald spot on her paw now. I just gave Frankie her first dose of fluid today. She was actually good about it - I was much more upset than she. Here she is with the bandaid they gave her (her bald spot is under the wrap) - unfortunately my camera always pauses before taking a picture. Her bandaid matched her eyes.