Cone of Shame – Part Two

Okay, so remember this?

She’s had her stitches removed and it’s healing well.  I took the cone off her yesterday because she was doing a good job of leaving the ear alone and was constantly bashing the $#*&^ collar into everything – including my legs.

But what’s even more pathetic than our dog Sophie in an E-collar?

Our cat Otto in one.  A couple of weekends ago he was acting odd and we took him to the vet who confirmed our suspicion that his bladder was blocked.  It was so bad that they had to (boys, you might want to skip the rest of this sentence!) remove his penis.  Yup, the berries went when he was a kitten, and now the twig is gone too.  Dave had several moments of silence in his honor.  Even after the penisectomy (not sure what else to call it…), it was still touch and go because he wasn’t able to empty his bladder on his own and his kidney function was really poor for a bit. 

He’s home now, and in the collar most of the time.  We have to take it off for him to eat, and then we try to give him some time without it but he keeps on trying to lick his nether region so back on it goes.  Say it with me now – poor, poor Otto!