Day one of the treatment of Billie. I've been worrying about it all day - what would happen, how would I hold her, at what point would I give up - how would I get her back better if she wouldn't let me hold her?
I need not have worried. This time at least, I shooed her into the hutch, shut the door, lifted the lid and as she cowered in the corner, I picked her out, supported her weight, chatted to her and held her to me. Mr Fink was ready with the cream, administered it while she shivered in my arms.
When he was finished, I placed her back in the hutch and shut the lid, fed her and told her how good she had been. It could not have gone better. Let's hope the good stuff continues....more tomorrow.
