Mr. Beefcake hadn’t been acting quite himself lately.
He was spending an inordinate amount of time on his heat pad in his house in the garage.
I just figured he was being smart and staying warm, but Mr. C came into the house during the big snowstorm the other night and said he had a nasty wound on his shoulder. When I saw it I knew right away that an abscess had burst… oh the SMELL!
I usually can handle cleaning up and tending to the average abscess, but this one had grown into his body instead of swelling outward so it went undetected and it was huge.
Surgical intervention was necessary.
He is now ensconced in Mr. C’s office until he heals up.
Poor Brutus Beefcake.