As if being in crippling pain wasn’t enough:
I fucking broke Bean’s little leg last night, and it’s thanksgiving.
Ain’t a vet open that will see her. (24 hour emergency vet only takes cats and dogs)
I was finally functional enough to clean cages at 7pm, and while dealing with the biggest one where the frillbacks live, Bean wegded herself under me and I could not feel her until I had sat back too far to correct.
Guys, the pop of a snapping bone is not a thing you can unhear once you’ve heard it, and it’s unmistakable.
I thought it was her skull.
It was her leg, between her ankle and knee, and the bone is completely severed.
I was able to make her a splint out of medical tape and a bamboo chopstick cut in lengths, but that’s temporary at best and not great for her blood flow.
Her little foot is very swolen.
My vet will hopefully be open tomorrow morning and her foot will still be salvagable.
In the meantime, she’s on metacam and in good spirits, gleefully stuffing her little face in the hospital cage.