Things on Thursday: A Black Daisy

Daisy is now home from her surgery, with a quarter of her fur shaved (was that necessary?) and looking both pathetic and in pain, despite painkillers and a sedative.

Daisy on Drugs

"Why can't I scratch my head?!?!"

Oh how sad! The patch on her side delivers a painkiller, and the sutures are inside the wound. She has surgical glue on the wound, and she had two K laser treatments to reduce post-op pain. I feel we've done everything possible to comfort her, but it still just tears at my heart.

The vet couldn't believe how wiggly and squealy she was when he brought her into the room with me and the boys. We both made soothing, calming sounds, and laid hands on her to settle her, but it was a good five minutes before she calmed down. He looked at me and said, in a somewhat awed voice, "And this is with sedation!" His wife bred Daisy, but apparently, the level of love bursting from our furry golden sunshine isn't exactly typical for the line.

The black cone of shame arrived, conveniently enough, in the mail today. It's much softer than the old, rigid plastic cone, which saves our shins from bruising. It is not, however, any less humiliating.