Miss M enjoyed all of the extra pity-attention she received when she had her large plastic cone on short walks and the pillow cone on our longer walks. She was happy to see people run up to her and offer pets of comfort all because she had a little bump on her tush.
So she decided to break a nail. And only Miss M can break a nail in such a dramatic way to end up in a leopard-print cast.
And fainting was involved.
Then when we reached the main room it looked more like a murder scene.
It turns out, Miss M snapped her toenail clean off. And since the quick is connected to the vein, it was bleeding everywhere.
Lucky for A, she is married to a man with nerves of steel, who works closely with blood, dissections, and even teaches a whole blood spatter unit.
A was holding Miss M still, so she could put pressure on her paw to stop the bleeding, and she was also trying to catch Mr. B who was still excited about breakfast and running in the blood puddles, I ran to our bathroom to find some hemostatic gauze or something to cauterize the wound.
On the way back, I found her nail on the floor.
All 1.5 inches of it.
It felt kind of like finding a finger that was cut off.
Upon finding the nail, the world started turning pitch black and I started sweating profusely. Before I know it, I'm laying on the ground in Miss M's blood. Meanwhile, A is putting pressure on Miss M's paw to stop the bleeding and holding Mr. B's collar to stop him from running all around the blood, and she is calling out to make sure I'm okay.
After all of this, Miss M was not quite pleased with her tiger-print cast, she thinks it clashed too much with her brindle coat:
Also:
Because Miss M is adaptable.
She just can't handle it.
Sometimes this happens.
