Rio didn't come
out of his house on Monday (21st), so I poked my
nose inside to check on him. He looked fine and
honked at me, so I moved on. But Tuesday, when I
noticed he was still in his house I began to worry.
I know it's cold, but it's not like him to stand in
his house all day. This time when I tried to lean in
to check on him, Moon came out of his neighboring
house hissing at me.
Why was the
subordinate Moon taking over Rio's leadership
responsibilities. Rio is always the one protecting
Moon, not vice versa. I popped a Baytril in Rio,
figuring he had a little bug. I continued with the
dosage fully expecting a turn around in 3-5 days,
which is the usual norm when someone isn't feeling
Rio went to the
vet on the 25th when it was clear the antibiotics
weren't working and his appetite disappeared. We
drew blood and started him on a special syringe-fed
diet. I brought Rio and Moon into our basement
infirmary to stay together during his treatment.
I put Rio in the
tub for a quick clean up and then I towel dried him
off... Poor baby... Momma will get you better.
Rio in the
tub... sort of reminds me of Tutter...