When you have an old and especially sick, compromised rat, and you leave them alone over a day or so, you come back sure they are gone. I dropped my bags last night and ran for their cage...all heads popped out at my voice *whew* :roll:
I think they forgave me when I gave them their meds (Cecil now takes it from the syringe, yay!) and then later on the new blueberry, yoghurt baby cereal for dinner
This morning, I decided Cecil seemed strong enough to have a bath, to get the meds off his fur from last week, and to clean up his mucky coat a bit.
He was not impressed but didn't screech or even fear poop. Once he realized I wasn't trying to hurt him he was actually pretty good.
Done, but not impressed still...
He actually feels "fuller" in his body, less frail, but he seems to have actually lost some grams :scratch"
cuddled in my hands,
not wheezing after this stressful episode. :joy:
