Percy

Update on my lump – I’m fine

You remember I went to the vet doctor and had a snooze so that Dr Sally could check out my lump?  I told you about that here…

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Well, I went back to be checked up on Wednesday last week.  Dr Sally told Mummy what the lab had said, which was it probably wasn’t an abscess, although it might be, and it didn’t seem to be anything else from what she’d sent them.  So after a long discussion (they took a-g-e-s) they agreed to do nothing.

I’m really glad.  I don’t need any medicine, and I’m fine with it.  It doesn’t hurt or get in the way and although Mummy feels it from the outside with her fingers, I reckon it’s just the same.  It appeared.  It might disappear.  Who knows?

While I was there Mummy put me on the floor so I could show Dr Sally I wasn’t moving properly.  It was fun down there, although there was a shiny box which seemed to have a black guinea pig on the other side of it.  I couldn’t smell or hear him, so I went away, and he did too.  I think they decided I was walking okay, because Dr Sally bent down to pick me up, so I ran away, and Mummy put my snugglesac down and I went into it.  Dr Sally laughed but I don’t know why.

Oscar went to be checked up as well.  He has a heart that skips a beat every now and then.  They had a long talk about whether this was what was making him lose weight.  Finally they decided to check out his poos to see if they had something odd in them.  They don’t have to send him to sleep to get those, Mummy just filled the little bottle with them the next morning.

So we’re both fine, and Mummy is just being Mummy.  She’s fine too.

We’ve been going out for a while most evenings this week, after Mummy gets back from golf.  She does a lot of that at the moment.

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I’m worried about Dougall

Dougall age 4
Dougall age 4

Dougall’s my brother.  Most people have trouble telling us apart but I have a white lip and chin and only a little white on my body, and Dougall has a brown face and a white bottom and white band round his middle.  I was a big strong boy when I was born and he was scrawny and skinny and Auntie Vikki wasn’t sure he’d make it.  He made it all right!  We’re four years old now and for most of that time he’s been even bigger than me.   Trouble is, while I’m big and lean, and muscly, Dougall was fat.  Well, tubby.  Overweight.  Had love handles.

Had.

Sometime in the last few weeks he started losing weight.  Mummy noticed, of course.  She’s good at noticing these things.  We even went for a check-up with Dr Sally to discuss it and although she found some other problems she just said to keep an eye on things.

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Then last week (or was it the week before, now?) Mummy realised that Dougall was finding it difficult to eat.  She looked at his teeth again, but couldn’t find anything wrong, but he started losing a lot of weight so he went back to Dr Sally who gave him some pink banana-juice and some metacam, and Mummy added some bio-brew.  Dr Sally thought he might have something wrong with his front teeth because they’d gone a bit crooked and there was some blood on his gum.  And the next day Mummy could smell a nasty smell which she said was an abscess.  Well, Dougall still wasn’t eating and he was pretty miserable, so I just kept an eye on him and cuddled up to him, and took the food away before it got manky, ‘cos it’s not nice sitting in front of manky food you don’t feel like eating.  It was very tasty, mind.  And Mummy started giving Dougall Victor’s special tubefood, called Emeraid, which is quite tasty, although it does get stuck in our hair if we drip it down our chins.  I used to help Vic clean his off.

Anyway, so far the food is helping and Dougall’s abscess isn’t smelly any more and Mummy’s hoping he’ll be okay.  She says he might go back to see Dr Sally again tomorrow.

Poor Dougall.  I hope he feels better soon.