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Anyhow, I took Rory to get spayed on Friday morning, things were good till I got her in the room to talk to the nurse about how everything would go down. She explained it all, then I started bawling, apologized through it and she told me there was no need, it's natural. I was sitting there thinking "Yeh, it's only natural to us crazy pet people." I kept playing the worst scenarios in my head and couldn't stop the tears. On the way back home from dropping her off, I called work and said I wouldn't be coming in because I my dog was in surgery and I wanted to be available in case something went wrong. They called me two hours after leaving to say her surgery went fine and she's doing good. Normally, this would relieve a person, but my neurotic brain went into "Well, what's going to happen overnight? Is someone going to stay with her? Or is she going to spend the night all alone for the first time in her life?" Once I got over the fear that I'd show up at the vet only to find she'd died in the night, Debbie and I went to get her. The nurse brought her in and she practically leaped into our arms, apparently doggie pain drugs don't dull the happiness of "Yay! You didn't abandon me!" She's got some string-like fabric stitches and the incision was pretty small, but she still keeps jumping on things and licking the spot, unless she's passed out or eating, it's usually one or the other. The one thing that does bother me is that when they shaved her, they knicked some hair off her front right paw and didn't tell me, I found it on my own thinking she hurt herself previously and I didn't notice.
She has to take pain meds for about 5 days and her stitches come out in two weeks. I also got her microchipped, which normally something like that I would think is inhumane, but I'm hoping they did it while she was under anesthetic and it's about as small as a grain of rice, plus it gets injected in. Now, god forbid if she's ever lost, I'll be able to get her back easier. She does have a tendency to take off if given the chance, but it does worry me that she has a lack of fear when it comes to cars.
I pride myself on my love of animals, yet I never knew I could love and care for something so small that wasn't human. Love it enough to go to full out blubbering when she's not around. I know I was a bit depressed after not having her for 3 months and I'd catch myself tearing up a lot when I'd miss her, but this...I just don't know, people do say that pets are like your children, I now know why. I don't know what I'd do without her.
On another note, I bought Jessie's fire snakes last week. They are indescribable, even the videos he's set up on youtube don't even capture the true spectacular view you get when watching him spin them. It's unreal, they look like something straight out of a video game. They keep describing them as flaming swords, but it's something more than that...the fire does interesting things with them, it's like it follows the kevlar. Just when I thought the monkey's fist poi were awesome, we find yet another toy that he can modify new moves for to his liking.
Well, speaking of, he's kind of down today with a headache, so I'm going to go check on him.
Anyhow, I took Rory to get spayed on Friday morning, things were good till I got her in the room to talk to the nurse about how everything would go down. She explained it all, then I started bawling, apologized through it and she told me there was no need, it's natural. I was sitting there thinking "Yeh, it's only natural to us crazy pet people." I kept playing the worst scenarios in my head and couldn't stop the tears. On the way back home from dropping her off, I called work and said I wouldn't be coming in because I my dog was in surgery and I wanted to be available in case something went wrong. They called me two hours after leaving to say her surgery went fine and she's doing good. Normally, this would relieve a person, but my neurotic brain went into "Well, what's going to happen overnight? Is someone going to stay with her? Or is she going to spend the night all alone for the first time in her life?" Once I got over the fear that I'd show up at the vet only to find she'd died in the night, Debbie and I went to get her. The nurse brought her in and she practically leaped into our arms, apparently doggie pain drugs don't dull the happiness of "Yay! You didn't abandon me!" She's got some string-like fabric stitches and the incision was pretty small, but she still keeps jumping on things and licking the spot, unless she's passed out or eating, it's usually one or the other. The one thing that does bother me is that when they shaved her, they knicked some hair off her front right paw and didn't tell me, I found it on my own thinking she hurt herself previously and I didn't notice.
She has to take pain meds for about 5 days and her stitches come out in two weeks. I also got her microchipped, which normally something like that I would think is inhumane, but I'm hoping they did it while she was under anesthetic and it's about as small as a grain of rice, plus it gets injected in. Now, god forbid if she's ever lost, I'll be able to get her back easier. She does have a tendency to take off if given the chance, but it does worry me that she has a lack of fear when it comes to cars.
I pride myself on my love of animals, yet I never knew I could love and care for something so small that wasn't human. Love it enough to go to full out blubbering when she's not around. I know I was a bit depressed after not having her for 3 months and I'd catch myself tearing up a lot when I'd miss her, but this...I just don't know, people do say that pets are like your children, I now know why. I don't know what I'd do without her.
On another note, I bought Jessie's fire snakes last week. They are indescribable, even the videos he's set up on youtube don't even capture the true spectacular view you get when watching him spin them. It's unreal, they look like something straight out of a video game. They keep describing them as flaming swords, but it's something more than that...the fire does interesting things with them, it's like it follows the kevlar. Just when I thought the monkey's fist poi were awesome, we find yet another toy that he can modify new moves for to his liking.
Well, speaking of, he's kind of down today with a headache, so I'm going to go check on him.