Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Yesterday was quite a day. After I dropped Miss Gidget off to be spayed, Mike and I went for a really nice ride. Boy was he happy to be in the car. We went to a local park and walked around for a bit. He just stood there as a bunch of 4 year old soccer players left the field to pet him (the ref wasn't really too happy about the game being delayed LOL). It was so cute seeing the kids (boys and girls) who were only about three feet tall coming around saying "awe how cute". My boy just took it is stride thinking... "yea.. I know... I'm the man". LOL He's so mellow and loved the attention.
I was going to drive him around for a bit afterward, but as soon as he got in the car (on the way to the park) I realized.. my God... does he stink!!! Pee UUUU... I mean I knew where the smell in my house was coming from, but I "thought" I had been able to get all the stink off of him... NOT. So we came home, and he got a much needed bath.
He stayed home when I picked up Brandon and then went to get the puppy. When Brandon and I walked in, she was sound asleep in her cage at the SPCA. Poor baby was so sleepy after the surgery... but she was fine. She sat in the back seat with Brandon on the way home. Apparently the anesthetic helped with her fear of cars too, because she was just so sweet and cuddly and had no fear at all.
When we got home, Mike quickly came up to see her. He nosed her neck and kept checking her out to make sure she was all right. Even when I put her in her room, he went up to the door of the cage to try nuzzle her. This is really unlike Mr. Mike, but I'm sure he realized what she had been through and wanted her to know he was there for her.
When Brandon and I went back to Michelle's to take the car home, a clean Sir Michael went with us. This time was a better ride (for me) since he didn't stink so bad, but still had that "kind of" wet dog smell since it had been raining all day. On the way back, we stopped for ice cream cones... Mike got his own vanilla cone in a cup... oh boy was he happy!!! I'm sure he felt just like one of the kids as he happily licked it one lick at a time.
Last night my heart melted. Sweet Gidgie Goo was just soooooo drowsy all night from the anesthetic. She slept a lot but then came out of her room and just walked slowing with her head down... wanting to be part of whatever she thought was happening in the house... but she was so sleepy, it didn't last long. She'd go up and give Mike some whisker kisses and lay down next to him for a few minutes and then go back to bed. There were a lot of "awe" moments as I watched her. I made her some oatmeal (very thin) and put it in her room with her to see if she wanted to eat, and she did eat some. She finished it awhile later... just before bed.
When she was out of her room, she kept looking up at the couch and then the lazy boy... just wanting to take her place on her thrones... but, she knew she didn't have the energy to jump up, so she went back to her room. Of course, I wouldn't let her jump up anyway... even if she could have... stitches are too new. I'd carry her outside to potty, and she'd just stand there looking at me until I reminded her that she could go. I swear.. she looked so pathetic. LOL
I called Dr. Blaha to ask her what dosage Rymidal to give her if she needed it, and when I told her how nice and quiet it was and how the meds were still in her and how she was acting, I had to laugh when she said.... "yep... some of them will play it up... feel sorry for me, while others just say hey... here I am... I'm fine and just bounce all over the place". I guess my girl's a drama queen. LOL
I had been chatting online with Debs and telling her how wonderfully quiet it was in the house... and marveling at the fact that I didn't have to get up every 15 minutes to go let her out (by the way, I've come to the conclusion that a lot of that is because she's bored). Anyway... Debs told me "don't get use to it"... LOL... sorry Debs.. I already AM use to it. What a blessed relief to be able to finish a sentence or a cup of coffee without interruption. I knew it was from the anesthetic, but I'm hoping she'll remember (when it wears off) what a nice, calm, relaxing day and evening we had and will carry (even a little of it) over to our normal daily living from now on.
This morning, she woke up at 7:30 calling me (just a quiet yip). She looks bright eyed and bushy tailed. She's not quite up to herself yet, but a far cry from last night. Of course, the first thing she did when she got out of her room was to go look for her brother (that's always the first thing she does in the morning) to give him whisker kisses.
So, all in all, yesterday was a very good day. Mike ate twice (plus an ice cream cone) and kept it down. He went for two rides (and thankfully didn't leak in Michelle's car), had a bath, and then last night ... this shocked the crap out of me... he slept on my bed. He hasn't wanted to sleep on the bed for a very long time... but last night he actually tried jumping up on it (diaper and all). That by itself surprised me since... since he hurt his leg back in February, he's been afraid to try jumping (even though he could). What shocked me even more was HE SLEPT THERE ALL NIGHT!!! Oh my gosh.. I couldn't believe when I woke up that he was still sprawled out on the bed. This was a first. Normally, he'd stay up for a short time.. or maybe as much as an hour.. but he never slept the entire night with me. I'm not sure what that was all about, but it felt good.
He's doing really well with the belly band type diaper. He doesn't seem to mind wearing it since he can move and walk and sleep with it. I have to say it's a Godsend... and so is Debs for getting it for him. Even with that.. the outside liner gets damp, and I have to wash it daily... and today I'm washing all of my bed linens because they did get a bit of moisture and that "odor", but hey.. that's nothing compared to what I was cleaning every morning before he had it.
Thank you all so much for checking on my boy... you all have no idea how much you mean to me. I just feel so much love from you. I love you all so very much.
Praying Mike has another good day today (even without the car rides) and Gidgie hangs on to at least some of the calmness when the anesthetic wears off.
God Bless You All
Oh.. by the way.. I can't close this without asking all of you to please check out and pass on Sweet Taffy's thread. I got an e-mail from Donna last night, and Taffy's not doing well at all. She really needs that surgery yesterday. We're praying for a miracle to get it for her... there's no telling how much longer she can hang on. Here's the link to her blog http://donnr11.blogspot.com/
Also... Benji's appointment is coming up on the 19th... only 8 more days to go. Cynthia doesn't have the funds to get him in. If any of you can help... any amount will be greatly appreciated. Here's the link to Benji's blog as well http://www.benjisjourney.blogspot.com/