So I collected Kita after her spaying operation.
She staggered very slowly up the corridor in the surgery and looked very poorly. I called her name and got a tail wag, but she couldn't lift her head. Heartbreaking.
Rather fetchingly attired in a doggy version of the surgical gown, she looked extremely sorry for herself.
For the rest of the day she dozed fitfully. Whenever she woke up she would look around for me and if I wasn't very close by she'd atempt to get to me. As this meant me lifting her off and on the sofa each time, I decided to give up any attempts of actually doing anything and cosied up on the sofa with her. She made sure I couldn't leave by pinning me down with her front paws and head. I watched a lot of television yesterday.
Later on she perked up a little and wanted to go in the garden. I clipped on her lead, just in case, and we took a walk to the end of the garden so she could have a wee. But she refused to walk back, meaning I had to carry her again. This little rigmarole happened rather a lot yesterday.
The vet's scales registered her at 12.7kg, a little over the top end weight for a female Shiba (but not overweight at all).
Yesterday continued in much the same vein: doze, wake, insist I take her off the sofa, stand looking vacant for an indefinite time, wobble a bit, insist I take her in the garden - sometimes just to eat grass, give me puppy-eyes to get back onto the sofa, pin me down so I can't go missing, doze again...
At about 8pm the vet phoned me to see how she was doing and to ensure she'd had her painkillers. Fearing a major battle, I'd put off giving them to her and, also she'd shown no particular signs of being in pain. But I gave them to her and almost instantly she got comfortable on her side for the first time, stretched out a little and had a good long sleep.
We went to bed at about midnight but she was very restless so I got little sleep.
At 2am she woke me from a fitful sleep by jumping off the bed! Argh! She wanted a drink. I switched on the light expecting to see blood everywhere but instead discovered she'd cleverly removed the vest. And she'd done so without undoing any of the velcro straps. I was most impressed as loops went around each leg and her tail.
Yes, I should have put her in her crate. But it's put away somewhere and I am not sure where.
We're due back at the vet later this morning.
And I need a doctor for my now very bad back.