After five days of her barely eating anything, I took her to the vets. That was on Wednesday, September 4.
The vet checked Penny out on the very table you see in the above photo. Checked her belly, all fine. Checked inside her mouth, brave man, all fine. He told me she was in good health and was puzzled as to why she wasn't eating. I mentioned that it might be coincidence, but she'd stopped eating the day my son, Tristan, had gone off to Crete.
He replied that her behaviour might well have something to do with her missing my son. He stuck a needle in her butt region that was a booster shot to hopefully stimulate her appetite. He also stuck another needle in her butt area that contained vitamin B12. He told me to monitor her situation and see how things went over the next few days.
Back to reception and had a chat with the staff. They were very keen to ask about Penny. I told them that she wasn't even eating chicken out of my hand. I also mentioned perhaps because the chicken was alive might have something to do with it. Yes, we all had a laugh over my silliness.