She didn't make it.
When Leeloo came home last night she was awake, but still pretty lethargic from the anesthesia. The vet told me to keep her in her travel cage with a hot water bottle, to offer her water and honey every couple of hours, and to keep a close eye on her. I was really worried, but she seemed to be getting a bit better every time I checked on her. At about 10:30 I refilled her hot water bottle, and offered her some honey, which she took. She was wriggling around a bit and she actually bruxed at me. She was seeming a bit more like herself. Comforted, I set the alarm for midnight and went to bed.
I woke up a little before the alarm went off and went to check on her, but it was too late. She was gone.
My heart is broken. I don't know what went wrong, and I can't help feeling that I failed her somehow. I knew this was a possibility, but I certainly wasn't ready for it.
We buried her this morning. It was the hardest thing I've had to do in a long time. I can only hope that she knows I did my best for her, despite what happened, and I hope she knows I'm sorry that she suffered like that. I'm sorry I made what turned out to be the wrong decision.
I woke up a little before the alarm went off and went to check on her, but it was too late. She was gone.
My heart is broken. I don't know what went wrong, and I can't help feeling that I failed her somehow. I knew this was a possibility, but I certainly wasn't ready for it.
We buried her this morning. It was the hardest thing I've had to do in a long time. I can only hope that she knows I did my best for her, despite what happened, and I hope she knows I'm sorry that she suffered like that. I'm sorry I made what turned out to be the wrong decision.