After a really rough night of soft whimpering that broke my heart - Fizz is finally on the mend after being spayed. I knew that all was well when she came lumbering through the kitchen (groggy and nowhere near a straight line) in pursuit of the cat's tail.
Seeing those trusting, sad little eyes looking up at me from the cone was heartbreaking. A few days before the operation my husband took her to the groomers and they cut her hair so short it made her look even
more vulnerable. Just when I think it isn't possible to love her more...