Keeping Fergus confined to one room lasted 5 days. She’s a strong-willed little sod when she wants to be. But let’s face it, it’s probably that will that has pulled her through. So, she’s out and about in the house. Everything has gone fine with George, they even (wait for it….) managed to sniff each other’s nose without any hissing or spitting. That could well be the only time that EVER happens.
She seemed well until Tuesday night when she was limping quite badly on the leg that was run over, and when she sat it didn’t look right. She started walking on it again the next day but it worries me a bit. I had noticed that she wasn’t as steady on it and she had toppled over a couple of times.
Wednesday rolled around and in we went for our appointment with the v-e-t to remove the four stitches that were left. There were six when we last left the surgery, but perserverence paid off and she managed to pull two of them out all by herself. I told the v-e-t about her leg and he is inclined to leave it for now, he doesn’t think it’s anything too serious, she’s got full movement in it and she was prancing about like a ballerina for him while she was in the surgery (of course, we wouldn’t want to appear ill in front of the v-e-t now, would we)!
So, finally, FINALLY we don’t have to go back. She’s off the veterinary hook. Let it be known that for the first time since the middle of November Fergus does not have a return visit scheduled to the dreaded v-e-t.
Does that mean that I won’t be at the v-e-t with one of the others… no. Nooooooooooooo. Of course not. But that’s another story; stay tuned for tomorrow’s sticky post!