Poor little bugger
Mister is so fed up. Last night he displayed just how fed up by leaving a huge stinking pile of poo on the landing.
This morning he showed even more how fed up he was by weeing in his box when I took him to the vets. It was very embarrassing, as I didn’t notice until he was up on the desk and I was signing the forms.
He has still been frightened of his tail, chewing on it and scratching at it. When I took him to the vets earlier in the week, he recommended taking it all off, rather than proceed to take it off a bit at a time. So this morning he went back in for his ‘tailectomy’.
When I picked him up tonight and brought him home, he was so cute. He didn’t come out of the box totally, because I was stroking him as he came out, he just stood there, rubbing his head in my hand, purring like mad because he was so glad to be home.
“You’re such a beautiful, brave boy,” I said. “Are you going to show me your tail?”
Eventually he came out.
Oh god. I cried. I cried.
My poor boy.
His whole back region has been shaved, and there is literally just a stump to his tail. I was expecting it to be bandaged (when they took the tip off, about 5 inches of his tail was completely bandaged) but all there is is the stump. And his stitches.
It was such a shock to see.
He seems fine though. He keeps turning around as if to try and get at his tail, but that is understandable, I am sure the pain killers are going to be wearing off. I have some tablets to give him twice a day - which is fine, I can manage those after the recent practice I have had. I also have to give him some medicine. They have given me a syringe, but that is going to be a lot of fun, trying to get that down him!
He is cuddling up a lot, which is also understandable - he is going to be feeling unwell and want reassuring, and also feeling cold with so little fur on his backside!
“He might not be very hungry, give him something light to eat,” they said.
They don’t know my boy!! He has polished off a whole tin of tuna, and I suspect he’s finished off Madam’s biscuits too, although I tried to get her to eat them all before she went back out.
He’s still got that ‘operation’ smell, which means Madam is keeping well away from him. Not that she goes close to him with his collar on anyway.