My poor little boy. :( I totally forgot that they would have to shave him in order to do the surgery and so he's got a little, pointy, shaved face and his adorable flat top is gone. He was still the bell of the ball, however. When I called to follow up today, the tech told me that he was the cutest little thing and that he was hardly ever in the cage because the girls kept taking turns holding him. I find him less than cute with the shave job.
Three times a day I have to hold a cold compress against the affected area for five minutes. At 6 a.m. I will give him three oral medications, followed by a fourth at 7 a.m. I will repeat this at 6 and 7 p.m. every day for the next four weeks. Antibiotic, probiotic, anti inflammatory, and opioid. Poor little guy. I feel terrible for him. He bumbles around his cage a bit, eating hay and getting water, but it is obvious that he is disoriented by the visual change. Still, the moving around is good, as is the eating.
Little fucker cost me a lot of money. But I'm so glad he's home with me.
Three times a day I have to hold a cold compress against the affected area for five minutes. At 6 a.m. I will give him three oral medications, followed by a fourth at 7 a.m. I will repeat this at 6 and 7 p.m. every day for the next four weeks. Antibiotic, probiotic, anti inflammatory, and opioid. Poor little guy. I feel terrible for him. He bumbles around his cage a bit, eating hay and getting water, but it is obvious that he is disoriented by the visual change. Still, the moving around is good, as is the eating.
Little fucker cost me a lot of money. But I'm so glad he's home with me.
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