Aaaccckkk.
Ok. Before I’m crucified at the cross and burned. And dragged through the streets.
IT WAS NOT A CAT! NOT
Bayliss the beloved has a toe-nail on his left front paw. (Good thing he a righty)
It’s a different color than rest of his nails. It cracks and splits in to two halves. Infection gets in the pad and causes him lots of pain and worry. It makes me cry to know he’s suffering.
We’ve tried lots of things. The Vet even tried gluing the halves together. I figured out how to do that. It succeeded for a few times. And it got infected. The Vet said stop my kitchen table vet practice. Oops.
So this past week he’s had a limp. I was watching. I didn’t want the pad peanut infected again. It’s so hard to get healed.
His toenail was split all the way up into his toe. It bled one time.
I called the Vet. He said it’s got to come out.
We mourned it overnight. Yesterday it was removed while I was at dialysis. I wanted it at a different time. The Vet said “Oh, no. We don’t need you here, go, go, don’t worry, just go” While pushing me out the door and patting my shoulder. And Ivy pulling me by the hand.
He did just fine. Of course.
Got him home and comfortable in his closet bed.
This morning I didn’t let him walk out with me on my long walk. He didn’t like that. I tell you what. (The ground is wet from rain)
This afternoon he chewed off the small bandage. So I got a look. He has 3 stitches. Seems it wouldn’t quit bleeding.
Now he’s trying to get them out.
And using his nose to push buttons, he said “Ouch, outside” 2 times. I’m not sure what he means. So I just keep pushing treats and pets
and no chew when I see him going toward the toe.
Other than that he seems fine.
Me? I’m not so sure I’m fine.