|Bear before she came in. Even as a tiny kitten,
she had that "don't mess with me" face
In the morning, I put her in the carrier and walked her to the vet (I do love that this new vet is only 3 blocks from my house) and dropped her off. The vet called about 15 minutes later. He said that the swelling on her foot had doubled in size since he had seen her last week. I told him it seemed to have mostly happened over the weekend, but that Monday was the first day she had seemed to notice it -- she was walking okay, but every so often she would stop and shake her foot, like she had stepped in something and was trying to shake it loose.
|There's a foot in there somewhere
This was not the news I was expecting. I was expecting surgery, recovery and related unpleasantness, but not this.
"Okay," I said. "Give me your honest opinion -- knowing I might not take it. Attempt the surgery, put her down now or bring her home and give her however much time she has until she gets uncomfortable?"
I told you this guy doesn't blow sunshine.
It wasn't even really a decision. And it wasn't about the money -- I'd already spent more at Penn getting the initial round of tests than this vet had charged and was going to charge for the surgery. But why put her through the surgery and recovery and pain, only to have it grow back before she was even totally healed?
I ent back to the vet's office and we did the right thing. He was very good, gave her a tranquilizer shot and then she laid on my chest with her head under my chin until she fell asleep. After that, he did the second shot, which took effect almost immediately. I stayed with her for a little while, and then walked home with the empty carrier.