Even though we were relieved to assume that Charlotte was only in heat and not suffering from a contagious and debilitating disease, I went ahead with rounding up my 4 adult girls and taking them to the vet at 8:30 on a Sunday night. I still wasn't feeling 100%, but certainly better.
As we waited for the vet, one of my girls, Corduroy, peed in her cage. I didn't find this out until I pulled her out to weigh her and she was dripping with her own urine. And that urine was tinged with blood. They took a sample of what collected in the cage and spun it down.
She at least had an infection. But possibly also bladder stones. We could treat the infection and assume that was the problem, or I could get her X-rayed and know for sure. And the X-ray showed 2 large stones—or a poop in a loop of bowel that could be hanging down. The best way to be sure was to bring her back in a couple of days for another X-ray. If it was identical to the first, it was stones. If not, then its bowel. In the meantime, she was put on antibiotics for the infection.
Pez, as it turned out, had earmites. More medication.
At least Shelly and Alf were healthy.
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