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Chapter three – The therapy

previously on The grey tailPablita the tortoise and Taras the cat went to the vet. we all came out with good news and empty pockets. doctors appreciated.

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the following day I turned our home and garden into a tortoise nursery. safe playpen in the entrance, big enough for me to lay down in it and take a nap (which I swear I didn’t), for days with bad weather. a twin set outside, both in the shade and in the sunshine, for good weather and sun baths all reptiles need during the day.

of course they had to be refreshed every day with clean newspapers or kitchen towels. I’m pretty much against kitchen towels cause the waste devastates our environment, but this was an emergency so I bought some just for her.

 disinfection therapies just like last year: daily warm baths for hydration and dross release, local disinfection with Betadine + saline solution, silver ointment and antibiotics shots every 48 hours. I’m in charge of injections, and I must say I got pretty good at piercing tortoise’s butts. 😮

we had to feed her multiple times a day otherwise the food gets reached by ants and other insects and you definitely don’t want that to happen. when you manage to avoid this, the sun dries it all in any case, so it’s pretty much like taking care of a baby. clean the baby, feed the baby, clean the baby, feed the baby. repeat.

it was clear from the start she didn’t take this well either. she stopped eating, kept on banging on the wood boards I used to build the playpen, and put up tremendous fights while I was cleaning her.

the only times she was quiet, she was taking a poo. I swear I’ve never seen her on a poo break this much in my entire life, and I’ve been knowing her for more than 15 years! 😀 the moment she set paw into that warm water, she was releasing a flood of processed grass and veggies. you’ll find it hard to believe but they kind of smell after a while, and you really don’t want her to lay in all that shit and have a drink of that, right? so when I wasn’t cleaning dried veggies and tortoise piss, I was basically collecting tortoise poo surfacing in the warm water.

add this to the regular defecation of a 9 months old Maine Coon, who really is a breeze compared to the old lady, and you get quite a picture!

the moment I had her cleaned, ready for the Betadine application: poo time! clean that up, get ready for the silver ointment (one of the most greasy things sold in a tube nowadays): poo time again! it was constant cleaning, swiping, cleaning and swiping. the times she pinched me cause she didn’t want her jab? goodness, she’s a hard one!

little by little she improved, not enough to get released in the rest of the garden. but at least we stopped seeing blood flowing from the shell.

this is Anna, our tortoise specialist holding Pablita for the camera.
we followed her improvements through pictures, they’re so slow you kind of forget how she was when it all started..!
the silver paste isn’t covering all the damaged area. the hole you see around is missing shell too, we just hadn’t covered it yet or the picture would have been pointless.
the redness you can see on both sides is the real danger. these spots indicate an infection on the inside and that’s what kills them most of the time, so we’re careful to keep track of how she copes with that.

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follow our summer adventures in tomorrow’s post. an all new episode including  more attacks, more visits and more bills! – and Mary Wigham! we didn’t have time for any of these! 😮

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6 thoughts on “Chapter three – The therapy

    1. little by little, the poor lady.. he must be 50 or something by now!
      we got her from the folks living opposite us. my sis spent hours watching her every day from the fence, they felt she’d be happier with us. considering they kept her in one square meter cause they feared she reached the veggie garden and ate all she could find, I’m pretty sure moving with us was an improvement! 😀

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    1. tell me about it! 😀
      most people leave them alone, and that’s what really kills them. the infection spreads on the inside and devastates them. poor things.
      they’re actually an endangered species, we’re obliged to take care of them once we find one. we even registered her presence with us back when we received her, and even paid a tax on this! (Italian classic) 50.000 lire of the time.. 😮

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