Nockmarr, Tripedal Boy

Yesterday we took the cats outside and enjoyed the sunshine, knowing it was Nockmarr’s last day with four legs. I’ve been sad and scared. He is staying overnight at the hospital for recovery and pain management. I am worried and miss him. I saw him briefly while transporting him from the vet office to the emergency vet, since the office would not have anyone available to monitor him overnight. He was heavily drugged in his carrier and I did not want to scare him further. He growled when the carrier was moved. It’s surely been an incredibly hard day for him.

Because of the pandemic, only dropoffs are available at the vet offices. So throughout the entire span of us finding the lump in his foot and today, the day of amputation, I have not been able to accompany him on any of his many vet visits. He’s sick to the teeth of the appointments and the pill regimen. I’m sorry, my poor boy, but it’s going to be like this for a while. I hope to put more information in a later post. I spent a good while setting up this account and the blog, so it’s taken me right up to bedtime. I’m used to Nockmarr sitting by my side on the calm evenings like this. We have a good routine in place. I can only hope we can be back to it soon and he will feel better. I love this good boy.