Post-surgery update
Elsa is home and doing well.
When I went to pick her up at the vet, not one, but three vet techs came out with Elsa, because apparently she had won the hearts of every single person in the office. I had to laugh - she was so doped up that she couldn't blink both eyes at the same time. So I gingerly carried her to the car, where she slept soundly the entire drive home. She was only semi-conscious when I carried her upstairs, and elenuial was definitely scared a little by how out of it she was.
But some difficult hours later, she's past the stumbling-and-puking stage of coming out of anesthesia/painkillers, and even keeps down food. She's well enough to fight, at least, and seems like a tired version of her normal self. She's even dragged over toys and demanded we play. I did pamper her a little - poor thing earned it.
She also wore the Cone of Shame at the vet, but I prefer the Donut of Shame, an inflatable U-shaped pillow that velcros shut and does the same job, but more comfortably. Still, it's the worst thing in Elsa's little universe, and she's very unhappy about it. I, personally, find it useful and hilarious.
Ah, well. At least where they shaved her leg for the IV should grow back quickly enough.
When I went to pick her up at the vet, not one, but three vet techs came out with Elsa, because apparently she had won the hearts of every single person in the office. I had to laugh - she was so doped up that she couldn't blink both eyes at the same time. So I gingerly carried her to the car, where she slept soundly the entire drive home. She was only semi-conscious when I carried her upstairs, and elenuial was definitely scared a little by how out of it she was.
But some difficult hours later, she's past the stumbling-and-puking stage of coming out of anesthesia/painkillers, and even keeps down food. She's well enough to fight, at least, and seems like a tired version of her normal self. She's even dragged over toys and demanded we play. I did pamper her a little - poor thing earned it.
She also wore the Cone of Shame at the vet, but I prefer the Donut of Shame, an inflatable U-shaped pillow that velcros shut and does the same job, but more comfortably. Still, it's the worst thing in Elsa's little universe, and she's very unhappy about it. I, personally, find it useful and hilarious.
Ah, well. At least where they shaved her leg for the IV should grow back quickly enough.