UPDATE
After several trips to the vets and shed loads of medication our poorly old bagpuss is much improved. She is on Hypercard which is a heart tablet, Furosemide to aleviate water retension and Katalax laxative to compensate for the water tablets. She is back on her Science Plan food with one pouch of soft food per day.
She now follows me down to the hens again and wanders to our neighbours 2 doors away. Her back legs are still weak which can be funny to watch in high winds as she makes her wobbly way to her watering can for a drink.
Our daughter came home from Scotland a few weeks ago when we were taking bagpuss to the vets to assess if it was her time. She got so upset when bagpuss made an attempt to jump up onto a garden wall as she used to. She had not realised that her back legs would not give her the lift she needed. She crouched down ready to make the jump but her back legs just did not work so she tried again. Loads of tears from our daughter as she feared that the vet would say it was her time. I have even had to bath her as she had problems squatting in her litter tray. This did not go down very well but as she was unable to jump out of the bath it was an easier job than I thought. Even clipping her claws which need doing regularly now is easier. I have found that if I clip the front ones then use a small pair of pliers to press on the ends this helps her shed the old claws. Apparently it is a problem with old cats that their front claws thicken but my method seems to be working.
The vet let us know that she is not in any pain just a little uncomfortable and as long as she is eating and drinking plenty of water she should be fine. We are now on a repeat prescrition which has cut the vets bills down a little and bagpuss is very happy not to have the stress of a trip to the vets.
She frightened the life out of me yesterday morning though. She normally waits for me at the bottom of the stairs when I get up to let the hens out and feed her and dose her up with her medication. No cat at the bottom of the stairs so I went outside to let the hens out, no cat at her watering can! Back in the house and no sign of her so I opened the curtains in the dining room as she has taken to sleeping under the table. There she was under the table, I looked and could see she was breathing but very shallow. When I checked her, her eyes were slightly open so I stroked her and got no reaction. I stroked her again and still no reaction. I thought that her heart must be giving up and this was her time. So I went upstairs to get my daughters fluffy blanket which bagpuss used to love sleeping on. I came downstairs and was ready to put her on my knee on the blanket for however long it took only to be greeted by a sleepy cat. Relief is an understatement, I have never known her to sleep so deeply. She is certainly keeping us on our toes. This morning she nearly broke into a trot following me back from letting the hens out. You've got to love them!