It’s been two weeks from our last post and much happened with Spock in the meanwhile. And it’s still not over.
He started eating veggies for few days, but it was obvious something was still bothering him. We all supposed it’s just due to the psychological trauma. He was not touching the hay, although it was clear he would love to. The humans tried some fancy hay in fancy paper bags and still nothing.
His birthday passed uncelebrated, but filled with worries.
Two days after it, last Friday evening, the human female took him out for a check-up, including weight. And she noticed a lump on his jaw, on the left side of his head. That was a horrible moment. She immediately called the veterinary clinic and took an emergency appointment with our vet who, fortunately, had consultations on Saturday too.
The vet was shocked to see him, as she thought he was on his way to recovery. And the option she gave for the lump were not the brightest… Either a tumour, either an abscess. If an abscess (a better news than a tumour), still the chances of a full recovery were not 100%. He got an appointment for Tuesday for anaesthesia, x-ray and surgery, if it was prove to be an abscess.
We’ve spent Saturday afternoon being gloomy. The worst of us was the human female who was crying and sobbing all the time. Spock went once again on Critical Care and lots of TLC.
Sunday evening it seemed like the whole house made peace with the situation. And we were decided to make the best of it. If it was a tumour, everyone was decided to take care of him as good as we could until it wouldn’t be possible anymore. If it proved to be an abscess, to give him the best shot and surgery.
In the meanwhile the human female made a lot of research, got in contact with a second vet and hoped it was an abscess.
Spock spent Tuesday morning in the office with the human female. He looked better after some normal feeds of Critical Care and even gained weight. Because he was quite scared in an unknown environment, he spent around two hours on the human female’s lap being very calm and relaxed.
At 11 am he went under anaesthesia. At 3 pm the news were pretty good, that the surgery went well. Well, if it was a surgery than for sure it wasn’t a tumour!
The human female went to pick him up and had a debriefing with the vet. It was a nasty abscess, hidden behind the muscle. Unfortunately the cause was not obvious, so the vet could say what was the source. But she managed to clean it well, left the incision opened (even stitched the muscle to stay opened at least 5 days) so it can be cleaned daily at home.
Spock looked awful. The human female turned white when she first saw him. And he was more like a veggie.
Once at home, he was isolated from me. This I don’t really understand, but as long as I can see him and sniff him through the fence, it’s fine. Apparently they need to keep an eye on how much he eats exactly.
The human female spent the next two days working from home just to stay close to him and make sure he manages to survive. First day when she had to flush the wound, she was literally freaking out. But she managed. Today was the third time and she seemed better prepared already.
Spock started chewing veggies less than 24h after the surgery, but no hay. Until this morning when we saw him delicately munching some. We all stopped breathing and became very quiet just not to distract him.
I would say that he is not cleared yet, but we are optimistic. We are still afraid for him, but we hope he will make a full recovery. And we also hope he understands he needs to eat hay! It’s a must for keeping his teeth well. I keep telling him this… He looks normal, not shaggy and miserable anymore.
I’m not going to share a photo with his head as it looks right now as it is not at all flattering. But I’ll share a photo of him on the lap of the human female.
Happy birthday Spock! Live long and prosper!
(I’ve heard the humans would like to move into another appartment. You need to be healthy so we can pee together all over the floor. 😀 )