Annie’s Blogging about Chica

Our guest blogger today is my friend Annie Holmes.  Her darling little Chica has had surgery.  Chica is so little, I asked Annie if the vet had performed microsurgery on her.

Update on Chica

Here is six-month-old Chica — still intact.  Tomorrow morning at 8 AM I will deliver her to the vet and she will be spayed.  We will all be worried sick about her until we know she will be all right.   Handsome feels the same way.  Just look at him.  If anything happened to her, he would die of a broken heart.  He adores her so.

Chica knows lots of words now.  She knows let’s go, come, stay, sit, Dudley, Annie, cookie, drink of water, walk, ride in the car, Handsome, dog food, go upstairs, get into bed, dog park and some others I can’t remember at the moment.  She loves her toys.  Everything is a toy to her, especially Handsome and Dudley’s slippers.

Vet says no food after ten.  Not to worry.  Everyone in this house is in bed by 9 PM.

Handsome watches over his friend Chica

Surgery Day

I took Chica in at 8 AM. The surgery was around noon.  I just brought her home at 3:30 this afternoon. She’s right here beside me in her little cat-carrier hideout. She’s a tired puppy. She also had her four canine teeth taken out, so her mouth is sore as well as her belly.  Gosh, I hope she doesn’t remember any of it.  She’s sedated and somewhat groggy, but has welcomed a few drops of water.  I have pain pills, and antibiotic stuff for her. She seemed more alert before I drove her home.   I think she knows she’s home now.  Her eyes keep drifting down.  Both BooBoo [the cat] and Handsome are right here, motionless and quiet, as close as they can get, keeping vigil.  Along with me.

Day After Surgery

She walks!  She eats, she pees.   She’s making little tiny frustrated squeaking noises at her ball-with-the-treat-stuffed-inside. She can’t pick it up because she has no canines at present. She has a good appetite and I was able to get both the pain meds and the antibiotic stuff aboard with a bit of thin-sliced roast beef.  Handsome was curious at first, and now is quite gentle with her.  He’s probably happy she isn’t using those lost canines on him anymore.  She got her first rabies shot yesterday, along with everything else, so I am writing a check to send with the form to Animal Services.

Chica  got so quiet  I just had to peek around the desk to see where she was, and she is asleep in her lair (BooBoo’s cat carrier).  That thing is her refuge, her “safe place.”  She crawls under that (now stinky) old quilted silk jacket and goes fast asleep.  The vet’s office just called to see how she is and I said she seems fine.   Here she is in her lair.   Chica has her own page on the vet’s website.

Chica feels safe snuggled with an old silk coat, in her carrier

Later

Chica seems just fine now. She’s come out of her hideaway and curled up with Handsome. Now when she goes to the dog park, she won’t be talking about boys with the young pups, she’ll be with the old ladies talking about her operation.

If you want to read all of Annie’s blogs, just choose the Category “Guest Bloggers” and you can see them.  Thanks for stopping by.

Marilynne