I took Harlow to get spayed yesterday. It was a very emotional day – for both of us. I was up most of the night before wondering if anyone had ever invented doggy birth control and wondering (if there was such a thing) if I’d remember to give it to her every day.
She was so cheerful and sweet on our way to the vet’s. But when I picked her up… oh the sadness. I’m not going to lie. I got a little teary eyed when I saw her. She was a wilted little thing of a pup with a scar and goop in her eyes. The vet said not to be surprised if she started snapping at me and was a little stand-offish. So not the case with my little pup – she was super dopey and cuddly and whimpered for a little while when we got home but spent the rest of the day sleeping on my lap.
I know I sound so silly but honestly … ugh! I’m not good at being around sick people or sick puppies. The vet said Shih Tzu’s are particularly sensitive to anesthetic and to keep an eye on her. And now I have to worry things like scars and infections and the cone head and blah, blah, blah…
If you need me I’ll be home fretting over Harlow.