Let me preface this with a warning: this is gonna get nasty. If you’re squeamish, or easily squicked out, or sensible, then stop now, and go read Lauren’s, or Norma’s, or Kimber’s blogs or go buy some new stitch markers. Or get some advice from the Pope. Just don’t keep reading. And for fuck’s sake, don’t click the photo links. Seriously.

Now that we’ve gotten *that* out of the way, look what $800 at the vet’s office will get you!

Poor Hugo. It’s not like he didn’t have enough issues to begin with, but Friday one of his anal glands had gotten thoroughly impacted and had swollen up to the size of a baseball. It was, according to the vet who removed it first thing saturday morning “about to blow”. Ew.

Hugo got to spend Saturday unconscious at the vet, having bits removed from both ends - they removed a fang that he had broken in half last summer while they had him knocked out (they had been waiting for the tooth to either wear down to the point that something needed to be done about it, or for him to need knocking out for something else to deal with it). We got him back last night, stoned out of his poor little mind, with a nasty, leaky rear end, a sore mouth, and a truly lovely cone to keep him from licking his wounds, as it were.

He apparently doesn’t like the cone. He’s embarassed by it. As soon as the camera came out, he laid down on the floor, hiding his wounded butt and keeping his head turned away and hidden behind the counter. It took the better part of 5 minutes of coaxing him to get him to turn toward me to get this one:
, and then CritterBoy foolishly opened the door, and Huge tried to escape:
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And the hell doesn’t end there! Oh no! Twice a day for the next few days CritterBoy gets to put hot compresses on Hugo’s ripped-up butt. And twice a day for the next fifteen days I get to cram a pill down his throat. Tuesday he gets to go back to the vet to have the drain tube removed (that should be all kinds of not fun), and he gets one more day of the (apparently) great pain meds.

Did I mention that he’s living locked in the bathroom for a while?

Poor kitty.

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