It’s been four years since I got Conan back in the summer of 2018, and he’s charmed all the people around him, with his never-say-no sense of fun and adventure.
Part of that sense of fun was evading my efforts to keep him inside and going outside. Coyotes are all over, and I was afraid for him.
One day, back in early June, he ran a bit more aggressively than usual inside, then went and hid. I wasn't paying much attention. A bit later, I'm in the bedroom, and I see him run into the bedroom, then into a closet and hide there, instead of sitting at the foot of the bed like it's his, or giving a head-butt for a chin-scratching. This was unlike him, and I took a closer look. Turns out he appeared to have suffered some kind of a blow with something hard and heavy, which appeared to have caused him to "leak fluid" onto the fur near his head and neck. Oh, dearie me, off to the vet's we go.
(Others with similar experiences are welcome to chime in. This is, alas, a pertinent topic, even if one doesn't know it yet.)
Part of that sense of fun was evading my efforts to keep him inside and going outside. Coyotes are all over, and I was afraid for him.
One day, back in early June, he ran a bit more aggressively than usual inside, then went and hid. I wasn't paying much attention. A bit later, I'm in the bedroom, and I see him run into the bedroom, then into a closet and hide there, instead of sitting at the foot of the bed like it's his, or giving a head-butt for a chin-scratching. This was unlike him, and I took a closer look. Turns out he appeared to have suffered some kind of a blow with something hard and heavy, which appeared to have caused him to "leak fluid" onto the fur near his head and neck. Oh, dearie me, off to the vet's we go.
(Others with similar experiences are welcome to chime in. This is, alas, a pertinent topic, even if one doesn't know it yet.)
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