is my 14 yr old poodle. She is an absolute darling. She has more manners than a lot of people I know. She went to stay overnight with the vet last night. She had REALLY BAD PLAQUE & EVEN WORSE BREATH. Most farts smell better. I am not lying.
Anyways, I was concerned. At her age it is a risk to put her under. But she came through her morning surgery with flying colours. They only had to remove 8 teeth and they said her gums and her bloodwork were both in remarkable condition. For her age she is in great shape.
WHEW! She came home late this afternoon, still quite groggy. By 7:30 she was wanting a drink of water. I had strict instructions "NO FOOD OR DRINK until morning". But I know what it is like to be thirsty. I know she has had no food or drink since about noon the day before. I know she might throw it right up. I gave her water anyway.
Not a lot, I tried to be firm, its for her own good and that kind of thing. First I just let her lick my wet finger a few times. I'm thinking about when people come out of surgery and they are all groggy & nauseous, they still get ice chips. The finger licking didn't last long. She was thirsty. I let her lick a wet bowl about half an hour later, and then again. Then by 9pm I caved. I let her have a little real water in a bowl, just enough to cover the bottom of the bowl and then again at 10pm. I am such a suck.
SHE DID NOT THROW ANYTHING UP! Hah! SO THERE! And she started to perk up. She is doing great.
By tomorrow she will be a different dog. I am happy for her and for us but mostly for her as we won't care if she breaths in the same room as us anymore and she will get tons more hugs and snuggles, all of which she deserves.
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Glad to hear the Tassinator is doing better, she is such a fantastic little lady, I'd be very sad to hear any bad news about her.
You reminded me of the time that Job had to be knocked out. He had swallowed a string and it got caught on those little hooks that cats have on their tongues and it was making him gag, he couldn't even keep down water. After the simple proceedure I spent the day laying around with him and at one point he kept trying to get up but was still half asleep and he was falling all over the place. It was kind of funny, but strange to see a CAT so ungraceful. Anyhoo after he had been gone from the room for 10 minutes I went to look for him -he'd passed out on the kitchen floor in a pool of his own pee. I guess he'd been trying to make it to the litter box but he was too disoriented. Poor guy, he had this expression of pure humiliation on his face but he couldn't get up again, he was spent. I carefully washed him and went back to cudddling him for the rest of the day. I still think it was incredibly thoughtful of him to do what he had to do on the kitchen lino than on my bed where we'd been hanging out.
Sigh.
Of course it is great that Tassie is healthy and smelling wonderful and cuddlicious.
And I am happy to hear that Job is as conscientious a cat as I would expect from any of our families pets, they all seem very well mannered...
I miss Pookie.
March 10 will be 1 year.
I need a hug. Bad.
Sorry to dump on your comments page.
:)
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