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... OUCH!
M got some scraps of cooked chicken into Big last night. I got antibiotics and pain killers down him. He sat and panted and couldn't get comfortable. I sat for an hour, with Little, watching him and wondering if he'd be with us this morning.
He's still here. The chicken must have done some good. That was some struggle. He's bitten me hard enough there's blood and a bruise underneath my left index fingernail. I need that finger for typing. Ouch! Still that's the last of the tablets. Squirting Metacam down his throat isn't half as dangerous.
I dabbed some milk for kittens onto his tongue: if he's not going to drink it, I'll syringe some down him later. Plus there's more chicken.
We'll get him better, however many fingers are hurt in the process.
ouch?
M got some scraps of cooked chicken into Big last night. I got antibiotics and pain killers down him. He sat and panted and couldn't get comfortable. I sat for an hour, with Little, watching him and wondering if he'd be with us this morning.
He's still here. The chicken must have done some good. That was some struggle. He's bitten me hard enough there's blood and a bruise underneath my left index fingernail. I need that finger for typing. Ouch! Still that's the last of the tablets. Squirting Metacam down his throat isn't half as dangerous.
I dabbed some milk for kittens onto his tongue: if he's not going to drink it, I'll syringe some down him later. Plus there's more chicken.
We'll get him better, however many fingers are hurt in the process.
ouch?
