In the middle fo the night I woke to Sasha going from our bed to the sink in the bathroom/vanity area that opens up to our room. He was sitting in my make-up tray like a litter box, looking at me. I gently took him down, steered him to the water, and he hopped up again. Then came back to bed and snuggled w/me. This happened 3x last night - sitting in my makeup tray like a litter box....just like sitting in the bathtub the other night like a litter box - that "position". I had an epiphany this morning
: Sasha liked to poop and pee in the pumpkins or right beside the patch by the pine trees, which are 10 feet away in a grassy knoll. The coyote attacked him WHILE HE WAS PEEING when his back was turned
to the area the coyote came from. This is why he is not peeing and pooping on his own. He is telling me what happened by sitting in my makeup tray. And the attack happened in that spot too, because that's where all the fur was and where I found him when I ran outside half-naked w/the shotgun. He is scared to pee! scared to poop! (although the vet found no blockages anywhere, thank god). it is psychological trauma. Can anyone offer experience with this? What does everyone think?? It hit me like a lightning bolt! The one time he did pee on Sunday after Hissy's suggestion of mild stimulation w/warm cloth/bath, I had taken him into the guest bathroom where we have a new small litter box for him downstairs now, and something told me to close the door.
He peed immediately in the box and buried it just fine, I sensed no stress. ITHOUGHTS??? Is my gut right?