Bertie spent most of yesterday attempting to imitate a coffee peculator. I couldn't tell if it was in the nasal cavity or the lungs. But it had gone on long enough that I got concerned. The vet was closed today, so I pulled out the antibiotic I had on hand and started her on that (bactrim is not my choice for respiratory infections).
|Mama, why are you doing this to me?|
She hasn't fought me and the syringe yet. But give her a day or two to associate the syringe with the terrible taste. I wonder if she'll be as much of a fighter as Willow can be. Bad pigs.
Look at that pathetic face. I am so mean.