Turns out that Trixie is sick. I took her in for an unscheduled doctor visit yesterday because her left eye had been very teary for the previous 12 hours. She was perfectly happy, but pitiful to look at. Her one eye was constantly welling with tears to the point that there was a steady stream running down her face. The diagnosis? She had caught a little bit of our cold and it had clogged the tiny, tiny baby ducts that drain the everyday tears that lubricate her eyes. With nowhere to drain, the tears were overflowing, leaving Trixie looking like she had just attended a marathon funeral. There’s no need to treat it unless the area gets swollen (i.e. infected), so we’ll just keep an eye on it.
However, it turns out that she does have an ear infection, and so Trixie’s getting her first prescription. Considering that the liquid Amoxicillin comes in a great bubble-gum flavor, you would think that Trixie would eat the stuff up. But no, trying to squirt the oral syringe in her mouth is more difficult than when I’ve had to do the same thing to a cat – even though babies don’t have claws. In a matter of seconds this morning’s dose splattered all over her as the pink liquid erupted, gurgled and bubbled out of her mouth like a grumpy volcano. Only 18 doses to go.