On Sunday, I decided to finally take Cleo to the vet. I came home on Friday from the ballet and she had been chewing at her stitches where she had gotten fixed a few weeks before. The wound was almost healed, but it was swollen and red with little bite marks all around it. She might have just realized how itchy it was in that last stage, or was bored when I was gone. Worst possible thing was she was mutilating herself because she was so upset that I was gone. I don't think she gets quite that upset (but upset enough to eat dirty tampons from the trash, but that's another story).
So $90 worth of a vet appointment, expensive ointment and...a cone of shame Cleo is no longer able to bite at her stitches. She also refuses to pee or poop while it is on, or eat or drink. I discovered this after I had been walking her for 30 minutes and decided to take it off and see what happens.
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