Well, this crap has started early this year. Booker was bitten by a rattler on Saturday. Not once, but twice! Just how hard headed do you have to be to get bitten twice? Both bites are on the muzzle, about one inch above the nose leather. He’s quite swollen and the necrosis has set in, but he will be fine. He’s drinking and alert, and hopefully a bit wiser in the ways of things that slither.
Minnie kitty is home as well, after spending a week at the vets with what started out as pneumonia. She had a bad reaction to the antibiotics, wound up getting an ulcer and having her gut shut down completely. Everything is working right now, and she is home and talking to us. Obviously, no more oral antibiotics for her, which means chasing her down each day and giving her an injection. After nearly losing her, I am more than happy to give her a shot. She’s only got two more days of them, then, hopefully, this will all be behind us.
My checkbook is dying. Fatal hemorrhaging. And my vet is buying a new truck.