Today is two weeks after surgery for me. I’m happy to say that I’m doing really well, and Mom says I am having a textbook recovery. Two weeks ago when I got to the vet, we didn’t know if I would even survive. It has been a stressful two weeks but someone is definitely watching over me. We wish we knew what caused all this to happen to me, but no one seems to know. Hopefully it will never happen again.
A lot of things have happened during the past two weeks. Mom posted a lot on Facebook about how I have been doing since I was not up to it. The first two days I was on a lot of medication and rather aloof to the world. Slowly the anesthesia wore off and I wasn’t as sleepy and confused all the time. Mom put the donut on me because it appeared I was trying to lick my incision.
That lasted less than twenty four hours and Mom modified one of her old pink shirts for me to wear instead. Not only did it keep me from accessing my incision, it helped to keep my shaved belly warm. I wore the shirt for about six days and then we decided I didn’t need it anymore.
Go figure – we are having the warmest winter on record and the week this happened to me it was below zero for days! I survived, but it was cold on my belly.
I’ve never been a food hound, so how does Mom get me to start eating again when my whole stomach and gastrointestinal tract are upset? She used nose work and I was eating my meals within a day. Mom put a big bunch of odor in a bowl and a small amount of liverwurst or chicken in there too. For me it wasn’t food, it was a treat for finding the odor. She can be creative and it worked like a charm.
The fireplace in the evenings is always a favorite place of mine. The first few nights, Mom put the furry bed on the floor for me to make it even more cozy. All the warmth really felt nice on my body.
My last pill was Saturday. I started with six pills twice a day and one three times a day and slowly tapered off everything. Mom could tell I was feeling good and not having pain when I started looking for a Furballz. I had no interest in any toys the first eight days.
Now that I feel great, the challenge is to keep me slowed down for another five to seven days. On the weekend I went to Gramma’s again as Mom didn’t want to leave me for an extended time yet. When she was gone with Gramma, I unzipped my soft sided kennel and busted out. It was not a great idea as Mom was quite upset. I’m not supposed to be running around or doing stairs but I did both. She has to give me credit for simply unzipping the kennel and not ripping a hole in it, right?
How will I survive more days of quiet time? Once again, Mom is creative and she puts out nose work searches to give me a mental workout. Of course, the hides are all the height of a chair seat or lower so I don’t stretch, but it is fun. The whole family gets to do the same searches too.
I’m so happy for all of my online and in person friends for all the get well wishes and support for my mom and me! It really helps when you feel so alone and helpless. This is a photo of my incision/stitches. It looks amazing. All the stitches are internal and will dissolve on their own. I can’t wait to start getting back to my old routine in a few days. If you look up lucky girl you will find me, as I am a very lucky pup to be alive and to be having such a great recovery.
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