Yesterday was rough. Seeing anyone come down from anesthesia is no fun but its doubly so when its a helpless animal that you’ve sworn to protect and have quite obviously failed. It was worse for me because it seems like she is in pain and the vet promised she wouldn’t be, to me that is a cruel deception. She was still pretty doped up when I went to bed last night, but she was up and moving around more this morning. I gave her the antibiotic- which she didn’t like of course- and tried to get her to drink some water but she didn’t seem to want to.
I kept her confined to the carrier while she was doped, otherwise she was stumbling and knocking herself on chairs and the wall and the floor, but this morning she seemed ambulatory enough for me to leave the cage door open and let her curl up where she is most comfortable. She hobbled around the room a little bit but when I checked in on her before leaving she had gone back and curled up in the carrier again. I was glad because I want her to like her carrier since she will be inside it for the flight home.
I believe that it is important to spay and neuter cats and dogs that aren’t going to be used for breeding. Allowing Zuzu to constantly be in heat and miserable seemed so irresponsible, but when the vet promised she would be up and feeling fine the next day- and she is obviously not- I begin to regret the decision. It hurt me so much to see her so miserable that all I could do was sob and pet her. It didn’t help when Mr. MM, who is not at all accustomed to voluntary surgical intervention on pets -or having pets in general- kept saying “haraam alayki*, look at how poor [wretched] she is.”
And she is wretched; she is skinny since she hasn’t eaten for two days, partially shaved, mussy fur, dialated eyes, with her tongue half sticking out. I would hold her except I don’t want to hurt her incision. For now I’m just giving her the antibiotic and letting her rest. Last night and all of her recovery while she was sleeping in the crate I had the space heater running at a low heat setting to keep her body heat up, its off now but I’ll turn it on again tonight I think, unless she is finally bouncing around like the dr said she would be. I don’t even want to try to put the antibiotic ointment on the incision because I don’t want to cause her pain; she’s guarding her lady parts like an all-star goalie.
My poor baby, my poor poor baby. I can’t wait until this is over.
*haraam alayki translates to something like ‘shame on you’ but not quite so chastising.