When I was a kid, occasionally, if we had a particularly dear outdoor cat with a problem dad would vet them. He famously saved a sick kitty when I was probably 5 or 6 years old with a shot of terramycin, a product on hand for the hog operation we had then. I'm sure it was unpleasant for the cat, the vet syringe was HUGE (for using on a cat) and dad wasn't real big on hygiene when dealing with the critters here as it was futile trying to foster doctor's office cleanliness on a working farm operation.
And when the cat recovered, he was renamed 'Terry' after the med.
He lived for several years after that. I remember we came home one night from a family gathering and Terry was lying dead on the sidewalk in front of the house. A presumed kitty coronary. He wound up buried in the back yard.
And when the cat recovered, he was renamed 'Terry' after the med.
He lived for several years after that. I remember we came home one night from a family gathering and Terry was lying dead on the sidewalk in front of the house. A presumed kitty coronary. He wound up buried in the back yard.
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