We had been in the new house for 3 days, and Luna…started leaving little spots of blood on the floor. Our lady girl puppy was in heat.
We got her into diapers. And she looked surprisingly cute in them.
I have been singing, “Girl, you’ll be a woman soon,” everytime I think about it.
Watching the snow fall down the other morning.
She had been a little extra emotional and clingy these days.
Always balled up and sleepy.
We got her in for a pre-spay check.
Waiting with her. She always gets nervous at the Vet.
It took almost two weeks to get her into surgery, so we had our little puppy in a diaper with us everywhere these days. Little diaper with a hole for her tail. She didn’t seem to mind it. She actually started to get used to it. Well, resigned to it anyway.
February 4th we went in at 8 AM, leaving her there for her surgery. We picked her up that afternoon. It was just before the kids got home from school. She was very out of it, and really unhappy. She actually BIT me. Like hard, she has never done that before. But as scrappy as she was when I was picking her up, she was completely out of it as soon as we got home. She just laid there on the couch, totally unblinking.
I couldn’t tell if she just hated the cone, or it she was still super drugged. She was totally not herself.
We did all we could to keep her comfortable. We had her on her bed in our room, but she would inexplicably get up, and seem to forget what she was doing. There was a point that first night, that she got up, and got her cone “stuck” on the edge of the dresser. She just stood there for, 10-15 minutes, just standing there against the dresser, staring at me. I called her tried to move her, pet her…she just stayed.
The next day was more of the same. She just slept most of the day. Poor thing. Taking her up and down the stairs out back was annoying, but the poor thing was in so much pain, it hurt to walk, and stairs were a no go. She just kept standing up, walking, and then just sitting and staring at us. We were in the kitchen making dinner, and she got up, slowly walked across the kitchen, then sat in the dark and empty dining room. Still staring at me.
Two days post surgery we got a good look at her incision because she was laying on her side weird. It looked pretty good, but it was still so sad.
Three days post surgery, she was finally starting to be like her self, and the cone was really getting in the way now. She would have sudden urgent movements to get as something and she would jump on you, and hit you in the face with her tail and the cone in her panic. Try as we might, she didn’t want to lay on the floor, and while we were watching church she jumped up.
She just couldn’t see very well with that thing on.
She is still our Luna, just a little extra clingy with poorer vision and personal boundaries. Karl watching his programs, and Luna blocking his view.
Things were getting better. She was still moving slowly, but more of her sweet cheerful self.
Here we are snuggling together while Karl built furniture.
14 days, and a huge mat behind her ears later Luna was without our cone!
Maybe she missed her cone? Little baby in a ball!
By the end of the month we were full cycle. She was back in business, and she was hanging out the windows again.
I love this puppy. She is my lady again. Back in bed, giving me the side eye.