Good Morning and Welcome to Friday the 8th day of February, 2019.
The sun is rising and is bright in the late early morning sky.
The sky is clear and blue.
We are in for another cold day.
Well Mr. Alvin had his surgery yesterday.
The growth on his eye was benign, which was such a massive relief.
His teeth were cleaned and polished needing NO extractions.
We were happy about that.
This is the second year in a row.
He had his vaccinations, nails trimmed and the anal gland checked (we call it the bum squeeze).
I received a call from the Vet Clinic about 12:45 p.m. that his surgery was over, gave me the above details and that he was just starting to come out of the sedative.
We negotiated the time he was to come home.
Said okay for 2:30 p.m.
I called my ride right away and then waited for the time to arrive.
It seemed like forever.
I just wanted my boy back home.
When 2:30 p.m. did roll around and my ride picked me up, I was ready.
Upon arriving at the clinic, first off, I gave them a “thank you” card from us.
Then one of the staff went over the post surgery care, the bill (which was $200 under the low side of the estimate).
I was also given some pain meds for him, one per day for the next seven.
I was very happy.
Finally one of the staff went to get Alvin …. it was like seeming someone after being apart for many years.
We ran to each other.
I will admit that he was perhaps a bit wobbly.
He had one of those dreaded CONES around his neck.
My heart fell on the floor for him.
We were both relieved to see each other.
Finally as it had seemed forever.
I had brought his winter coat and harness so we had to remove the cone before putting his things on.
Just in case he needed to pee when we got outside.
Didn’t have to go so into the car with my friend.
It was awkward with the cone but we managed.
When we got home I realized that the cone would have to come off in order to get his coat and harness off of him.
First things first, some water. He had a good drink or two.
Cone on and cone off as we figured things out.
He had some food and gobbled it down with no ill effects.
He definitely was hungry.
He laid down beside me on the sofa.
I figured if I would keep an eagle eye on him …. the cone would stay off.
Even the post-surgery care stated it only had to be on when unsupervised and at bedtime.
I was not looking forward to that….
My daughter and son-in-law had stopped at COSTCO and picked us up a few things.
Stopping in for a few minutes before heading home to their babies.
For the evening as we shared the sofa …. the cone stayed off.
When we went to bed …. I placed it on.
He made some heavy sighs that meant he was not comfortable.
Finally he seemed to settle in only that did not last.
I ended up removing the cone and placing my hand on his paw to keep him from placing his paw on or near his eye.
Even in sleep.
Now that worked for awhile before I had to move.
I placed the cone back on in the middle of the night.
He moved about and finally did lay down on sheet that I had folded up for him and his cone.
Unfortunately it did not last.
So off came the CONE so we could sleep.
We came downstairs at 2:30 and he went outside to relieve himself.
Then we went back upstairs until about 6:00 a.m. and back downstairs.
He had breakfast and his pain med.
Then to the sofa where we both crashed until just after 8:00 a.m.
What a night we had.
He is once again resting on his blanket near me.
Time to get dressed and get on with this day.
Breakfast and COFFEE.
Thank you to all our friends for the “best wishes” and concerns of Alvin.
He is doing well and we are safe and sound in our warm home.
Just happy to be spending the day together.
I did manage to get some housework done yesterday after Alvin went for his surgery.
Cleaned the main floor …. vacuumed and washed the floor …. dusted and stuff.
Which will give me a quiet day …. perhaps do some laundry.
Time to go.
Have awesome Friday.
Sun higher in the sky …..
Coffee time…. 9:10 a.m.
Special Hello to: my family and friends, thank you.
Always, Carol & Alvin
My boy yesterday afternoon just a short time after arriving home.
Oh, that dreaded cone.
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