Well, Wally and Bear are home again, but Walls is still out like the proverbial light. She had a pretty rough time with the surgery and the vet rang me at about 2:30 to tell me that they had almost lost her. Luckily, they were prepared for it and they knew all about her heart condition. Because if they hadn't been prepared... well, it could have been the end of my poor Wally baby.
Bear is full of beans but still pretty woozy , so he's more staggering around then really getting anywhere. He's had his dinner and he kept it down, so fingers crossed that he's on the mend.
But his poor little errmmm... boy bits. Not that the bits are still there, but he's so swollen that he doesn't want to sit down. He just sort of flops over on his side and then struggles to get back up without squishing anything. It's so comical looking, but I do feel sorry for him. He gets this real quizzical look on his face, because he knows that there's just something wrong back there, but he can't figure out what it is.
Wally will be sleeping with me, so that I can keep an eye on her, so I think I'll sleep better tonight...
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5 comments:
Glad your babies are safe and sound home with you :)
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Glad to hear your cats are doing okay and are home! When my furkids are at the vet or groomer and I'm home, I always find myself looking down for them. I love the habits and comforts of living with animals!
Poor babies! But I did have to snicker about the "boy bits".
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Oh, I'm so glad their back safe and sound.
I am so glad they came through fine! I worked for a vet some years ago, and it can be scary with total healthy animals, let alone one with problems.
So happy for you.
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