Chatterbox lost his tail. It's a long story I might save for the book, but we had to rush him to Carytown Emergency Vet at midnight because his tail was literally hanging by what appeared to be a white thread. How did we go so wrong with the wound care? If the vet assistant at Lakeside hadn't nicked his tail when she was shaving it, would this have happened? We picked him up the next morning at 6:30 a.m., with just an inch-long stub left of his lovely tail. He has to wear the damn collar until the stitches are out. He wants to pull the stitches out himself, so this time we have to be strong and keep it on.
The bill was $650. Ouch. Ouch. Add to that the several previous bills and money spent on bandages and ointments, and we've got a thousand invested in a tail we lost. (Look at the picture. The tail seemed to be doing okay. How did we go from this to no tail at all?)
Did you see the woman on "Dr. Phil" today with 200 cats? At least she had 10 acres and was getting them all neutered, but still the neighbors are mad. Dr. Phil said she had to find homes for those cats, but I could tell the very idea of it was killing her. She knew all their names. I bet she doesn't part with them. We never do.
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