Poor Rigby! My friend Tami came into town for work this week. She stayed at my house on Sunday and Rigby was so excited. Upon her arrival, Rigby tore around the house, doing the “butt run” and bouncing off the furniture. Once she calmed down, we noticed she was favoring her left foot.
After further investigation, I found that her nail was cracked…again. She must have caught it on something while lapping the house.
By last night, she was no longer able to walk on it. She kept it off the ground and looked pathetic. I tried to repair it with some super glue, but it was cracked all the way up to the quick. Rigby would barely let me touch it without pulling away in pain. So it was off to the vet today after work. Even though it’s my regular vet, there are such bad memories about being there.
The vet took one look at the claw and said it needed to be cut. They took her in the back, and after about five minutes I heard this terrible cry. It broke my heart. Then about 5 minutes later they brought her back out to me. This time sans bandage and/or the cone of shame, which makes things easier.
Without it being wrapped up though I have to look at it. And it looks so PAINFUL. She’s still a bit limpy and mopey tonight. I took this photo about 6:15. It is 10:15 now, and she’s still in the exact same spot. Poor baby.