The news was not good. He had two major abcesses. One on the top of his head and the other on the side of his face. No wonder his face was so swollen. The next battle will be getting the medicine in the puncture wounds which we have to apply two times a day.
The first puncture hole
I went to pick him up today, and he is rather pitiful looking, but he has to be feeling so much better. The whole incident reminded me of the "Hank the Cowdog" episode when Hank gets bitten by the rattlesnake and his face is swollen. He is thankful for Sally Mae taking him to the vet. Usually, Smidge meows his protest all the way to and from the Vets. This time he did not protest very much. So I think maybe he knew it was for his benefit and was thankful like Hank. Well, maybe not--I did have a hard time getting him in the cat carrier.
Just for the record, on his bill, which was $215, his age was listed as 15 years and 3 months. That makes Smidge 105 years old. I was very happy to pay the bill, because I was so thankful to still have him around. And Warren didn't seem to mind either.
The first puncture hole
Rather pitiful looking Smidge. He should know he is getting to old for fighting.
1 comments:
Poor Smidge, and what a battle it must have been to get him to and from the vet. Loved your writing, I feel as tho I was there standing next to you as it was happening...Mel
Your photography is really stunningly good!
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