Yet, the poo just kept runing out of her. It was awful. She was sore, cramped I'm sure, and raw. No sooner had I bathed her than she was covered again. She had come to us with a "bad" tail. What was left of it curved inward, so that the stool dripped right onto that little tail. No photos avail. I trimmed as much fur as I could off her tail and back legs. She had always been sensitive in her back end, though the chiropractor never found anything amiss. The little diapers weren't too useful, as the anus is RIGHT under the tail, and the hole for the tail...plus the diaper kept the shit close to her; not good. At all.
Well, it has been a VERY long month. I could not believe she'd not get better! After a while, I figured that if she'd survived this far, she'd pull through. She got down to four pounds! Skin snd Bones! Yet her spirits stayed up! She was active, ate, and purred. UN-believable! We did a LOT of laundry. And then more laundry. The bacteria live for four hours out of the body, so we did a lot of deck swabbing, too. No one else caught it. So we hung in there. Doctor Reed suggested a blood draw, to see if anything else was involved. Good idea! Better late than never. Lots wrong, but nothing pertinent. Mostly due to her wasted condition. Working on that!