This is the reason why I've felt all day like my heart was in my throat, my head was stuck in a vice, and my belly had twisted inside out.
Lucy turned 12 in June. She is the both the sweetest and toughest little Basset Hound you will ever meet, but knowing she had to go under anesthesia for surgery again (I think this marks either number 9 or 10 in her 12 years) just terrified me.
Her blood work checked out okay, and her echocardiogram showed no changes to the severity of her heart murmur, so I left her with the vet at 8am with a bright pink kiss on her forehead and the knot in my belly growing exponentially by the minute.
I've been worrying about this all week, and today was just an incredibly stressful, slow-moving day punctuated by bouts of emotional instability.
At 5pm we finally got word that she was recovering, and though she was groggy from the drugs, she was starting to look around and trying to give her tail a proper, if not always successful, wag whenever the techs came by to check on her.
The photo above is from Lucy trying to nap in the back seat of the car on the way home from the vet. She's got two little stitched spots on her left side, two on the back of her neck, and that monster on her right side. If I know my pup, she'll be trying to run wild and asking for walk and treats by tomorrow.
Either way, she's home now. A little food in her belly and an antibiotic coated in peanut butter and my little love is sleeping soundly at my feet.
Undoubtedly distressing situation for you! The Cardiac sutures on your Hound seems really wistful.
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