|Not the Birthday Hat I had in Mind...|
I had my surgery on April 25th. I got to come home the next day. I have to do exercises and take all sorts of medicine. I turned 11 years old on May the 1st. I spent my birthday at the shelter with Auntie Megan (she works there and took me to work with her), That's because the 'rents had the nerve to go on vacation! She took very good care of me, but it wasn't much of a birthday.
The 'rents have been home since last Friday and tomorrow I go back to my regular vet for a check up. I also managed to get a fluid sac on my boo-boo, so that's slowed down my recovery. AND I got bopped in the eye by some kitty around the time of my popped knee and have a prolapsed eye.
The only good thing is that I get a lot of treats when I have to take my medicines and Daddy has slept downstairs with me every night.
I could use some good vibes - this has been a no good, very bad birthday.
OH - and the 'rents say that I have a new name - "New Fence". They say that's my new name because that's what it cost for me to have my surgery. Funny, real funny. Sigh...