Hi Marie
Lightning strikes twice it would seem - H is also back from the vet, but without bandages, after a sharp object similarly had pierced its way right up into his foot leaving an infection that needs stronger antibiotics to help clear it up. How I missed this incident I will never know, since he uttered not a sound in my company that would suggest such a calamitous event had ever happened, and he is not known to hold back (cue greyhound screams) when something causes him the slightest discomfort! I am heartily relieved that it turned out to be something minor, as I had a very bad afternoon and early evening after I had rung the vet for a progress check at lunch time only to be told that there was no foreign object in the foot, they had had to take X rays, and they were not prepared to comment on his X rays over the phone. I spent several hours imagining the worst possible scenarios, and even managed to disgrace myself in the vet’s waiting room, when he was running 20 minutes late, by shedding a panic stricken tear or two. Thankfully H is made of more stalwart stuff than I am and was far more interested in dragging the nurse into the supply cupboard in pursuit of potential snacks than in having an ecstatic reunion with his shamefully tear stained owner. He is now safely home zonked out on his favourite spot on the sofa where I can keep a beady eye on him.
I am glad that Byron managed to get through his traumatic experience at the vet, poor lad, and that Nell’s incontinence can be managed with medicine.
I can only say that I am heartily glad this day is over before the next set of bumps and scrapes takes me vetwards again.
Hugs and wishes for a speedy recovery to all.
Kate