Surgery

I think Duff (and I) had a rough night last night. He just couldn't get comfortable. About 5.00 am, I heard something hurtling through the house, realised it was Duff and knew he needed to get outside. I let him out and then he decided he wanted to stay out! Eventually, he came back in.

After dropping Evan off at school, I got Duff to the vet. He was given an injection and then we walked about outside for a bit. I then took him in and put him in the kennel. I managed to do this without crying, but it was ever so difficult. I actually left Duff in the car when I got there as he gets so anxious at the vet and I didn't need him straining to speak to all the others in there. And there were a lot of dogs today, even a massive Newfoundland! He was beautiful.

About 1.00, I rang the vet to see how things were going. Duff was fine and alert and the surgery went well. I was told I could collect him about 4.00.

Dave picked him up on the way home from work and when I went out to ask how he was, Dave rolled his eyes. Apparently, they shaved the wrong leg. What?! I can laugh about this now and I'm so thankful they realised their mistake before cutting. Duff is now dozing on his blanket, which I expect he won't really move from tonight. He's been given a pain injection, which will last 2-3 days, and antibiotics. I have to take him back on Friday to have the bandage removed and to have the wound checked over.

My relief knows no bounds! I'm devastated this has happened to him, of course, but I'm pleased I took him to the vet the next morning and he is on his way to feeling better now. In fact, I'm feeling so good, I may even stitch tonight!