A few weeks ago my little ones had to go under for some routine maintenance. Both got their teeth cleaned (poor Blu lost a toof), and Bella had to have her anal glands removed. I was nervous to take them in for surgery, no matter how minor and routine it was described to be, and it was heartbreaking to take their food and water away the night before and have no way to make them understand why. None of us got a very good night's sleep the night before-what with the nerves and them notifying me that I forgot to put their food out. That was nothing compared to after I picked them up. I waited on the edge of my desk chair until I was allowed to call and check on them, and I couldn't get out the door fast enough when quitting time came around. They had warned me on my final call that they were still very groggy and might need some extra time and attention. When I arrived, though, they let me know that they didn't want to let me take Blu home with me. He was so sleepy they were worried about his hydration and body temp. I knew I would be a basket case, however, and insisted that he came home with me rather than spending the night in a cage.
When we got home we put Blu next to the heater, on a heating pad as instructed. For a while he was fine to lay there like a sack of potatoes, but after a while he decided he needed to walk. He didn't know where he wanted to go, and often just did tight laps around the heater, but he was insistent. Bella, on the other hand, was grumpy but slumped against my shoulder as if she had melted there. Bryan was sweet enough to come down to help with them, and without his and mom's help I would've gotten even less than the two hours of broken sleep I got that night. The only lasting effects are their beautiful haircuts. We decided that Blu looks like one of those young hipster girls with skinny legs sticking out of their thick, furry Ugg boots and a miniskirt (whatever THAT's about), and Bella and her Brazilian are just bizarre. I think they've forgiven me. Until their cages come out for our move, that is.
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