Friday, Dec 4th 2009, my poor girl went thru her spay surgery.
There were a million reasons that we did not want her to go thru this.... but we had no choice because we can't deal with the aftermath of having her in heat, plus we were told that removing her female organs would reduce her chance of getting cancer.
That morning her two human sisters kissed her goodbye, sadly.
My husband and I brought her to the vet's office at 9am, and I felt sick to my stomach. "Please please don't hate Mommy for this Caitey", I kept repeating this to her and myself.
At about 10:30am, the vet's office called to tell us that her surgery was over. It was a successful operation, she was resting with medication, and she could be picked up at 230pm that afternoon.
The wait for 230pm was long and excruciating for me.
The whole family went to pick her up that afternoon. She was weak, she was sleepy, she could barely stand on her own or keep her eyes open .... but she managed to wag her tail for us when she saw us.
Thank you thank you Caitey for not getting mad at Mommy.
They shaved part of her belly. There was a long red line from the cut, which made me tearful again.
She slept all the way till early evening after my husband carefully carried her in from the car. She was almost 50 lbs so he struggled to lift her up, but he did not want her to walk on feeble legs.
At about 8pm, she managed to get up on her own and walked to the patio door before touching the bell with her nose to tell us know that she needed to go out.
Right after she was out of the patio door and on the deck, she started to throw up -- even when she was in great pain and could barely walk, she still did not want to soil my house, I mean HER house.
I called the vet's emergency line, almost panic. They told me that it is normal for dogs to be dopey and throw up due to stomach discomfort from the irritation of the medication. They suggested that we wait till the next day, and bring her in if her situation turned for the worse.
Caitey did not have any food that night, except a little bit water.
The next morning, we were all hugely relieved to see that she was in better shape. She was still weak but at least she stopped throwing up.
I was so worried that her stomach could not handle solid food, so I gave her a banana instead. When I fed her that banana, Caitey kissed me on the back of my hand.... and that kiss made me teary eyed again.
Later that morning, a pack of 6 deers wondered into my backyard. Just as I was going to put on my coat ready to go out there kicking the deers out of my yard to save the plants, out of nowhere Caitey started to bark at the deers fiercely with all her strength.
I was very surprised to see this because 1) I thought she was napping, and 2) Caitey almost never barks.
The deers got scared and disappeared quickly. I hugged my precious canine daughter for a long time after the deers were gone.
We are SO lucky to have found a dog this sweet and considerate, and her human parents and sisters appreciate her kindness wholeheartedly.
I hope you recover soon my dear angel. You will have many happy and healthy years with us -- I promise you this Caitey.
