The wound was definitely a puncture from the stick, and it looked like she had been chewing on it, or caught the stick on something while she ran. It was a mess. I should clip off all the fur from around it and wrap it with something. Hell, I couldn't find our food box, it seemed unlikely I'd find the box of medical stuff.
I let up her head. She gazed at me with her big, doofy eyes and licked my hand. Back to her old self, it seemed. We slowly walked back to the house together. Thankfully, we made it back without her wound bursting and pouring open. I gave her a little bowl of water and she drank, then immediately fell asleep.
I never did examine the stick she had in her neck or I would have noticed it was carved to a sharp, barbed point.
I am currently living in a five story house writing novels until my keyboard catches fire. I've just had a major bat infestation, and it has been absolutely awful. I hope your month goes smoother than mine.
Mixi J Applebottom
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