Well everyone, we're back from the Vets. Different staff on the front reception today too. 'Ol Doris Karloff' was nowhere to be seen, probably hanging in a nearby cave somewhere no doubt.
While we were waiting to be seen, Crystal was secure in her little carry box with zipper opening meshed windows all round -
I thought! Sat in reception I looked away for a second and a little furry head was suddenly sticking out of the top, like a periscope. Two little Yorks were in for a check up and had come to say hello. One had the shortest diddliest little legs I've ever seen on one of our kind and was up on my lap in two shakes, exchanging kisses with Crystal, closely followed by her sister, not wanting to miss out on the felicitations.
I'm sure they recognize each other!
We saw a lovely young woman, who turned out to be the practice owner's daughter and also their top qualified surgeon, who'd operated on her Tuesday.
I quickly gained confidence, as Crystal was so relaxed with her. I mentioned the receptionists reference to
'elderly incontinence post speying' and the lady surgeon gave me a querulous look and said she wasn't familiar with that advice
(English for - what the heck!). Anyway my little soul has a top bill of health now, no bumps, etc. and the wound is healing beautifully - but what a game is now developing, stopping her wanting to jump around like an Olympic gymnastI
Since this morning her motions are nice and firm. No more peeing on the floor, back in her large 'de-luxe' tray as per normal. In fact a totally different creature from about 7 hours before? She's returns to the Vet's in ten days time for the 'external' stitches
(2) to be removed.
Finally, I stopped briefly to chat with a neighbor in our ground floor reception area and
'alley oop' she'd learnt how to open the side zip too and was free - jumping up at him
(one of her favourite people). The whole building has been worried about her apparently, as being the only pet here, she seems to be quite a celebrity!
