Sara's Journal

Well, our Champion, supposed to be foundation bitch was spaded today at 7 years old. Poor Casey, I felt so bad for her today when I took her in. That is perhaps why I waited so long to schedule her for spay surgery. You see I've known since the first of the year that I needed to do it, because she was older, but also because of her history of pyo (uterus infection). However, I just couldn't bring myself to set the silly appointment because I was traumatized by watching her come out of anesthia (sp?) at one of her other surgeries. And of course I just hate for my babies to be in pain.

So, I was on pins and needles today, waiting for the all clear. And hubs is out of town on a business trip too. When I dropped Missy Case off this morning, they all asked where he was. Because when she had pyo and was going through that treatment, we both took her up there every day for her treatment and walked her around after her shot before she had to spend the day with them. So, it's not very often that when we do vet visits that we both aren't there. I've missed him...

But she came home and is just fine...but of course very loopy from the drugs. I set her up on a bed and she fell asleep, but then she didn't want to settle, because she wanted to be by me, so I took my computer to the floor to type the blog... She just looks so miserable...but I know it was the right choice...