Wilted Daisy

Yesterday afternoon, I picked Daisy up from the vet after her womanly surgery. She looked soooo sad. Our little ball of energy moped out of the recovery room, gently and consciously taking one step at a time until she made it to me. She may have been happy to see me, but it definitely did not show in her face.

After parading through the guantlet that is the vet waiting room, not even cognizant of the other beasts seeking her attention, she trudged to the truck, careful with every step along the way. I put her in the front passenger seat so I could keep an eye on her, but it wasn't long before she tried to find a way to climb in my lap. She was confused, groogy and probably had to relieve herself, so the ride home was a restless one for her.

Last night our goal was to keep Shadow away from her. Out of compassion and habit, Shadow did sneak in a good ear licking. Daisy did n't seem to mind.

This morning our poor wilting Daisy was still moving very slowly.