This time, L. Whale again. A sliver of his stripped claw has regrown and is piercing the pad again. The vet tried to get to it to see if it would slide out, but no. I have two weeks of antibiotics for L. Whale. Whilst I am away, friend Pam will have to be trying to get them down him. Since he is being SO picky about food, I have bought a small pack of Whiskas poultry in jelly for them all and see if they are back on THAT again, at least he would be eating then as he is going round the other cat's bowls at the moment.
However, it looks like he may have to have that toe amputated - which will be another £420. Do they think I am made of money? I don't want to have the old boys put down when it is relatively minor problems, but I can't go on much longer with forking out my month's pension in short order for these treatments. They know people love their animals so much and have you over a barrel.
She has cleaned the pad up and he hasn't got a dressing on it (this is a photo from February, when he had his last op). If I had known that all these expenses were going to kick off, I wouldn't have booked Copenhagen, which is my holiday for this year. Too late to back out now.
So, heaving big sighs here . . .
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