This is quite usual, isn't it? I see so many worried threads.
Ada is going in tomorrow morning.
She is such a lovely creature, so beautiful and clever and friendly and I desperately want her to be alright. I have hardly started getting to know her yet and I want her to be around for a very long time.
Of course, the vast majority of them are alright, but you still worry.
She still sneezes a bit, but who knows, we could be waiting forever if we looked for some benchmark like no sneezing for a week before spaying.
At least she is going to a very experienced vet. And at the beginning of the week, so we've got days of them being open in case there are any problems. I will be getting some Critical Care when I bring her home, just in case. And they are living in my bedroom just now so I can keep a close eye on her; they've had a few days to get used to this new home, and I've never once seen or heard them panic here, they way they sometimes did downstairs.
It is sad and frustrating that I can't talk about it with her so *she* could decide whether she would want this done, and if so, when.
She is obliviously munching hay at the moment.
Fingers crossed xxx
Ada is going in tomorrow morning.
She is such a lovely creature, so beautiful and clever and friendly and I desperately want her to be alright. I have hardly started getting to know her yet and I want her to be around for a very long time.
Of course, the vast majority of them are alright, but you still worry.
She still sneezes a bit, but who knows, we could be waiting forever if we looked for some benchmark like no sneezing for a week before spaying.
At least she is going to a very experienced vet. And at the beginning of the week, so we've got days of them being open in case there are any problems. I will be getting some Critical Care when I bring her home, just in case. And they are living in my bedroom just now so I can keep a close eye on her; they've had a few days to get used to this new home, and I've never once seen or heard them panic here, they way they sometimes did downstairs.
It is sad and frustrating that I can't talk about it with her so *she* could decide whether she would want this done, and if so, when.
She is obliviously munching hay at the moment.
Fingers crossed xxx
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