Last night, I was glad (yet a little worried) when all Cow did was to sit and stare at the wall for hours.
He was in this position for at least 5 hours all night, not moving much. And I took the chance and did one more round of wound cleaning with Dermacyn and then applied Solcoseryl. He did not even flinch or bat an eyelid. He just stayed and let me do all the cleaning. While on the one hand I was "glad", I was also worried why there was no reaction from him at all. It was almost like he was saying, "Do what you will, I've given up."
But my worries were put to rest this morning when it was back to the world wars again.
Cow was having some trouble eating with the e-collar on and I thought I should give him a reprieve and take the collar off so that he could eat comfortably, and maybe even groom himself after that.
That was a mistake.
He ran off and became quite aggressive and starting biting his paw.
So we got him back, made him eat and quickly placed the e-collar back on him. That's when war broke out. He hates the e-collar so much and when we finally managed to put it on, I couldn't help drawing a similarity between the e-collar and the mask that Hannibal Lecter wears in The Silence of the Lambs. That thought gave me the shivers....
Yikes! Perish the thought....
Task No.1 was to clean the wound and apply the Solcoseryl. That was done with some scuffle. Why was there absolutely no issue last night and why the scuffle now?
We'll never truly understand The Cow.
And Task No.2 of pilling him was impossible. He bit, scratched and spat. So, the vertical carrier was called upon and that did the trick.
After that, it was pilling Baggy and that was much worse. She has now officially joined the ranks of the "Difficult Ones" when it comes to pilling.
The good news for today is that Bobby's diarrhoea has ceased and he is eating again. Gentle Digest did the trick.
Cow now, after all the hullabaloo this morning.
It's Sunday, so the two nursing aides are taking the day off.