So, Henry finally had his surgery yesterday.  I picked him up this morning.  He’s pitiful and my heart is breaking for him.  The veterinarian who performed the surgery didn’t give me a complete picture of the after care involved when I took him for his surgical consult on Wednesday.  It’s frustrating, because I specifically told him that I’m alone for a few more weeks and asked if the surgery could be postponed until Jay got home.  The vet acted as if that was silly, I could certainly handle taking care of the dog by myself.  Of course I can, but I didn’t want to if I didn’t have to.  Yesterday, post-surgery, the vet called to explain the after care and said-- and I quote-- “It’s a two person job.” Um… what??  Didn’t I just tell him, the day previous, that I was alone?  Frustrating.

What’s done is done and the surgery is over and the mass (which is most likely benign-- excellent news) is gone and now all that’s left is to help Henry rest and heal.  Doesn’t he look sad?

Please note: I only took his E-collar off so I could get him to eat.  The one they put on him at the veterinary hospital was too large.  I stopped by the pet store this afternoon and he now has a new one that’s smaller… and pink.  But at least he can eat now.

Another note: It looks even worse in person.

Posted by Kristina in Life at 09:45 PM Permalink