On Thursday night we noticed that the right side of Max's face was looking swollen. We thought maybe he had been stung by a bee or bitten by a spider and that it would go down on it's own. But Friday morning it was worse and by the time we got home from work on Friday night his eye could barely open and it was very pink. We went out to dinner for Lindsay's birthday and when we came back we decided we should take him to the vet. The only one we could find that was open that late was the "Pet ER".
The car trip was traumatic. Lindsay had purchased a "Pet Taxi", which helped in the transport, but Max was moaning and crying and it was breaking my heart to listen to it. Because he got so upset on the way down, both of his eyes were opened wide when we pulled him out of the carrier in the exam room and it was then that we saw the extent of the injury. Whatever was swelling in his cheek was pushing on his eyeball and bulging out through the bottom of his eye socket. Yes, bulging up through his eye socket. I gasped and nearly started crying. This picture doesn't quite do it justice, but you can kind of get the idea.Max was being very good and brave. I may need to take back all the times I've called him Princess Max.
The doctor finally came in and examined him. He thought Max had probably gotten in a fight and had a wound that was infected, but he couldn't find one. As he was pushing on Max's face to find the wound, he must have pushed too hard because brown goo started pouring out of Max's eye. I couldn't watch it. It made me want to cry again. I guess the good news was that they didn't have to lance it, but the bad news was that Lindsay and I were supposed to try to push out the rest of the goo for the next few days at home.
The doctor left and Max was scared. He jumped off the exam table and onto the bench where I was sitting and tried to hide between me and the wall. We got his drugs and were able to take him home. He's doing much better now.
I told Lindsay that Max got her one night of not muddying up her sheets for her birthday, but I guess he decided to get her a$200 vet bill.
3 comments:
MAX!!! poor baby max! so he's feeling better? oh, poor baby! how's squeezing nasty brown goo out?
cats hate the car. they always cry in their little carriers. it does break your heart, but they're fine. :)
oh poor max. sweet max!
That sucks, poor guy! But now he looks a little like the lead singer of Radiohead.
He's all snuggled up close. Protect me,Mom! Too bad our cats weren't cuddlers. Glad he's getting better.
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