Sammie has been spayed today. I don’t think she was awfully thrilled with the experience, but then, who can blame her.
We had to get her to the vet for 8am, having withheld food since 8pm the night before. She was most indignant about not getting any dry food to go to bed with last night, and seemed very puzzled when despite her repeated, and increasingly more strident meows, no breakfast appeared. We both felt very guilty.
She meowed all the way there as she doesn’t like the car but quieted down once we got there. She had a check-up to make sure she was fit for the operation and the nurse explained what would happen. Then Sammie was taken away and we came home. We felt even more guilty at this point. How do you explain to a cat that you haven’t abandoned her?
Later we had a phone call to say that she was awake and was fine and at 2.30 we went to collect her. She was very quiet with not a peep out of her all the way home. She had on an Elizabethan collar, which she really didn’t like. It’s to stop her from licking the wound, so it’s necessary but I hate to see her in it. She’s walking as if it weighs a ton and doesn’t seem to be able to work out where she’s going, presumably because her whiskers are enclosed in it.
She’s definitely a bit livelier now than she was a few hours ago, and she has had quite a bit to eat since she got home. We opened a tin of best Waitrose tuna for her, to tempt her to eat. She didn’t need much tempting once she got a whiff of it. We don’t usually feed her anything other than cat food so she hasn’t had tuna before. Only problem is that the collar is getting in the way a bit and I have to wipe it out every time she eats, as bits of tuna get stuck inside it.
A few photos of the poor little girl.
I’ll be glad once the collar can come off and she can get back to her usual self, but until then, we’ll just have to pamper her a little more than usual.