Yesterday was a tough day.
We finally brought our survivor cat to the vet after it turned out her distant prescription is not of much help.
I knew it'll be tough because he is such a big and wild, yet at the same time a very fearful guy.
He was in such a panic on the approximately 6 km. to the vet, that he sweat, howled like a wolf and tore his already very injured mouth while trying to open the carrying box. It was a disaster.
The vet somehow managed to calm him down. I always admire their ability to do this with wild animals like him. Do they study cat's psychology?
So, the way back home was much easier.
And at the end of the day we all were very exhausted but also satisfied.
Because we have a new treatment prescription and I hope this will help eventually.
We don't know what has happened to our little friend. The vet mentioned something about being trapped because of the injuries on his back legs and eating something that may have contained some kind of acid because of the massive mouth injuries.
I'm pretty sure this is a human act, but I don't want to think about human cruelty right now.
Thank You for being the Angels that are there for him in his time of need.