Well, it's that time. My
puppy is almost 6 months old and we've decided that means it's time
to go ahead and get her spayed.
And I'm nervous about it.
I know we need to do it, I know it's the right decision but I am
nervous. I really just want to put it off until later. When that
later may be, I wouldn't know.... just not now.
But I feel a little silly, why am I nervous?
It's a veterinarian clinic that we trust, it's a procedure that is
done all the time and it's just what a responsible pet owner does.
We've always had our dogs spayed or neutered. So why am I nervous?
I wonder if I feel this
way because it signifies that she isn't so small a puppy any
more? My puppy and my daughter are moving too fast for me to catch
up – I often think, “Slow down, slow down; give me more time!”
as they rush through each moment of growing, growing, growing.
Or perhaps it's just that
you never what might happen. Sure, it's a common procedure but you
never know. She could react to the anesthetic or... I don't know...
something.
Maybe it's because I have
come to realize that despite the taint of favoritism, she is my
favorite dog ever. She is the best dog I have ever had – as
both an adult and a child. We bonded and... I won't be there to
love on her and soothe her after the surgery. I have to leave her
there overnight and I know she will be scared. I know her doggy
brain will be wondering where I am.
All these things combine
to give me butterflies in my stomach and make me wish I could cancel
the appointment and worry about this later... further down the road
and certainly not tomorrow or next week or even the week after.
But I can't and besides,
my husband would never let me get away with it. Which means the appointment
is tomorrow. And that's pretty much that. Except I am looking at
her right now and oh, I feel guilty! She hasn't eaten since this
morning so she can go into surgery on an empty stomach (as per our
orders from the vet) and man, was she asking for food earlier! Now
she is stretched out at my feet and she has no idea what tomorrow
will bring. She's probably dreaming about balls or food or chasing squirrels and that's for the best.
So tomorrow, please, please think
healthy and healing thoughts towards my puppy. I want her back, Cone
of Shame and all. I want her safe. I want her unafraid and loved.
I want her to forget all about the experience as quick as possible
and go back to running as fast as her growing legs can carry her.
Think those healing
thoughts hard.
(and thank you for each and every one of them!)
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