Needless to say, I freaked out when I saw what greeted me after work tonight. Conor normally runs down the stairs and barks up a storm until I come through the door from the garage. Tonight I saw him leave the upstairs window and head down...but no barking. I thought that was odd then when I came in the house, he was holding his back right leg straight out. I thought he was stretching, but then he tried to walk towards me and the leg was just dangling there, swaying as he stumbled then fell.
So, $113.17 later and Conor is wearing a cone collar and I have fancy medicine gel to jam into his foot 2-3 times a day. A good chat with Vanja helped calm me down. The Vet said insofar as emergencies go, this one was pretty minor - But I said how would I know that? So far as I was concerned for all I knew he had a stroke and was partially paralyzed, or a sprained leg, or whatever...not a sliver that may work it's way out on it's own in a few days.
Screw you mom! I have a freakin' cone on my head!
So apparently I can't be trusted to keep my foot clean and dry to let the medicine work - I have to wear a plastic bag on my foot when I go outside to pee. Mom takes it off when we're inside, though.
So screw you mom, I have a freakin' bag on my leg!
Screw you mom! I have a freakin' cone on my head!
And a freakin' bag on my leg!
The paw in question.
The pads are swollen and there is still some residual bleeding when I put the gel between the pads so there is certainly something in there. I hope whatever it is works it's way out on its own.
Now, onto something completely different:
Today, January 7, is Willy's 17 year adopt-i-versary! 17 years ago today I adopted him from the Edmonton SPCA. The card said he was 5-6 months old so he's 17 1/2 now. He is certainly aging and is fading. I kind of figured this past Christmas was our last one together, but I take comfort in the fact he's had a very long and healthy life, longer than I ever thought when I adopted him! I remember thinking, well, 13-14 years tops, maybe...never thought I would have him for 17 years! He's been a constant comfort and no matter where I've lived or what I've been doing, he's always been there. I remember when he was 8 my friend (Jamie) described him as a 'geriatric' cat. I thought, WTF? He's only 8! But apparently that makes him a senior citizen...wonder what she would say, now that he's more than twice that today!!!!
Conor, I think you cone is Pawtastic, hope your footie heals quick, so you can resume your "let's gos" with a bag on your foot.
ReplyDeleteSmoochies from Nova Scotia
Whatever it was, it worked itself out. Still doing the baggie for the potty breaks but the cone is off. I had to laugh - he would try to scratch his ears and would end up spinning the cone instead. Didn't get a video, but it would have been funny as heck to watch over and over!
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