Alas, Poor Squash

Poor little Squash. Today was a very not fun morning for him.

Shortly after breakfast I snatched him from his comfortable perch in his cage complex, stuffed him in a carrier, and hauled him off to….

THE VET!!!!!

…for a checkup and claw-clipping. Not only was he mauled and oppressed by the Evil Vet and Evil Vet Tech (with bonus evil visiting vet student!) but then abandoned by his cruel owner! Left with the Evils for a couple of hours to calm down enough to get a usable blood pressure reading.

When I collected him at last he was still clinging to life. Evil Vet informed me that his BP was normal. His weight’s down a pound or so from his last visit but he’s still in good flesh, including a pleasingly plumpish round belly. The urine had a bit of red cells in it but the needle extraction could have nicked a capillary, so he may or may not have a low-grade infection; test results will show what’s up. He had blood drawn and I should be getting those results back tomorrow. His teeth need cleaning but at 16 and with failing kidneys I’m hesitant to have him undergo general anesthesia for it. Bottom line, he’s reasonably healthy for his age and medical status.

So I got the poor guy home, extracted him from the carrier, and inserted him back into his refuge, where he scuttled slowly around for a bit, then settled down and waited for lunch. He seems to have recovered from his harrowing ordeal.