I know there has already been a thread tonight about this problem, but I have just got back from the vet's having had to rush Phoebee back in following her spay last Friday and it's not looking good.
She was understandably quiet on Saturday, a bit more perky Sundy, but only wanted a few dandelion leaves. On Monday I was thinking she was well enough to go back outside as she was weeing and pooing and starting to eat a bit more. However, I put her in the run Monday with Alfie and although they were happy to be back together, I was worried Alfie would be a bit too boystous with her in their hutch, so kept her in doors for an extra night. Tuesday I thought her poos looked a bit drier and smaller, so i kept an eye on her. I wasn't entirely convinced she was ok, but there was no real problem showing. Tonight, I went to giver her her antibiotics and she just went limp. Called the vet and raced to the surgery. He can't find anything obvious, but has kept her in. It's not looking good. I feel sick with guilt I really didn't want to risk uterine cancer, so had her spayed, but this time last week she was binking in the sunshine with Alfie and as fit as a flea. Has anyone had anything similar?
She was understandably quiet on Saturday, a bit more perky Sundy, but only wanted a few dandelion leaves. On Monday I was thinking she was well enough to go back outside as she was weeing and pooing and starting to eat a bit more. However, I put her in the run Monday with Alfie and although they were happy to be back together, I was worried Alfie would be a bit too boystous with her in their hutch, so kept her in doors for an extra night. Tuesday I thought her poos looked a bit drier and smaller, so i kept an eye on her. I wasn't entirely convinced she was ok, but there was no real problem showing. Tonight, I went to giver her her antibiotics and she just went limp. Called the vet and raced to the surgery. He can't find anything obvious, but has kept her in. It's not looking good. I feel sick with guilt I really didn't want to risk uterine cancer, so had her spayed, but this time last week she was binking in the sunshine with Alfie and as fit as a flea. Has anyone had anything similar?