I thought Richard was having one of his usual jokes at my expense
when he suggested trying a homeopathy called ‘cannabis’ only to be presented
with a small vile of homeopathy entitled ‘cannabis’! There must be a homeopathy
for everything out there.
At one point Richard put on his pondering face, going
silent for a few minutes as he searched his memory bank: ‘have a look on the
internet for Feline Hypothesia’ he said.
I returned to Charlie armed with the homeopathy but was not
brave enough to pop one directly into his mouth for fear of loosing a finger or
two, hence he had it wrapped in a small amount of tuna fish (mistake number
one). Within half an hour of this, he started to groom manically again, pulling
his head round as far as he could reach until his whole body contorted into
spasm, nothing I did would distract him from this torture, culminating into,
what I can only describe as a fit. His body stretching backwards, claws out and
teeth into anything that was in his path. Howling until he peed himself, spraying
the area. The fit lasted no more than 20 seconds but felt like an eternity as I
stood by, helpless.
Charlie calmed down and fell asleep with exhaustion.
Naturally I thought the fit must have been due to the
homeopathy but I knew homeopathy was not capable of having this reaction…. It
was time to speak to Charlie’s late owner, John for any help he could offer….
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