|I'm not coming out.|
We picked Bertie up at 4pm. She hid in her cozy the whole way home. I thought it was because she wasn't feeling well. Bad guess. I found out when I got her home and tried to extract her from the cozy it was because she was entirely freaked out. Poor Bertie. I didn't know she could grab onto the sides of the cozy with such force! When I got her out, she darted into the corner of the cage and did the "I'm scared" sounds.
|I'm scared, Mom.|
So, the healing process begins. A few days of antibiotics should help if the bladder issues is causing her not to eat. Plus the teeth are in better shape than they were when she came in. Come on, Bertie. It's time to get fat again.