On Monday Nilla in a moment of dementia walked over the soundly sleeping Roman awakening him in full fight mode. He got her on the top of her head and under her chin before I could run out and separate them. Steve came home immediately and we cleaned Nilla up and began treatment.
The spot under her face was at a not easy to see place and she was less than cooperative. Next day we wrestled our old lady on the bed and shaved the chin and neck a bit. The clearer area allowed us to better clean and apply antibiotics.
But this morning it was starting to look infected and she struggled too much for us to feel confident in our triage. Dr. Julia is not in the office on Wednesdays but her associate could see Nilla mid-morning. Steve, on deadline at work, took the appointment. The plan was he would take Nilla with him to the office then run to vets and then take Nilla back to work until the end of his day.
Nilla is a quiet gentle soul who we knew would be sedated and full of medication after the visit; Steve figured Nils would sleep all afternoon.
She did.
Tonight, Nilla seems to be feeling perkier and the wounds are not so angry. We have a new house policy that Nilla, with her increasing "senior" moments will be safely sequestered, gated in the kitchen, when she cannot be fully supervised...both to avoid accidents and to keep her from wandering lost outside.
Roman and I have had a serious talk about his sister. I know he is still adjusting to our ways but his hair trigger, even on three legs, could dangerously overwhelm our girl.
Nilla will heal and Roman will grow into his place here, I tell us all. Time and love. Time and love.
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