I feel dreadful. We have had Puss since September, I grew up with cats but this is first time I have had one as an adult and husband has never had a pet. Puss came in on Wednesday afternoon and we thought she'd been in a fight, we could see a bit of blood on her fur but couldn't see anymore as it was on her tummy, right in the danger zone between claws and teeth.
I only got a half decent look on Thursday night and said it thought she needed to go to the vet. Husband said he didn't think so, she was eating/drinking etc, and was a bit dismissive about me worried about it getting infected.
Took her to the vet this morning....because it has been three days, she's been licking at it, the whole wound has opened right up and needs more than a shave and stitch. I feel horrendous and so guilty and annoyed at myself. Because I'm a bit of an anxious person I worry about silly things and I think sometimes my husband dismisses what I'm saying because I worry so much over trivial stuff. But I should have gone with my instincts and demanded he take her yesterday ( he was off work and could have had her at vet first thing)
Will know in future, just had to get it off my chest. Just so upset at having to leave the scared wee furball at the vets 