///hear me roar///

Thursday, September 05, 2002

Yesterday was not a good pet day.

I took Skunk and Arwen to the Spay Shuttle in the morning, and they were both getting fixed. When I brought them home, Skunk (my male) popped out of the box and started running around, drinking, playing, etc. Arwen was still sleeping, so I laid her on my bed and kept watch. After she didn't wake up for two hours, I paged the emergency vet. After a couple of phone conversations and several attempts to wake her, the vet asked me to bring her out there. This vet is 30 min away, in Roanoke... So I drove my babies out there, Arwen still sleeping, Skunk meowing and trying to get out of his box the whole way (I had to bring him, because it wasn't a good idea to let him roam around alone after surgery). Once we got there, the vet spent about 30 min monitoring Arwen, taking her vitals, etc. She finally determined that she was just having more difficulty than usual coming out of the anesthesia. So I brought her home, and let her sleep. I began to worry about her hydration, so I gave her some water with a dropper. That revived her beyond belief. About an hour later, she was standing for the first time in 8 hours, and she ate just a tad. *PHEW*

This morning she's wonderful. She's eating, drinking, using the litterbox, everything. And she's been so lovable all morning. She really scared me last night...

And when I got home from taking her to the vet, I found Petey mouse, dead :( He was the sweetest, calmest, most awesome mouse ever. I didn't have him very long, but I loved him :(

There was a lot of crying last night, between Arwen's scare and Petey's death.

Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't have pets. It hits me so hard when something bad happens to them. *sigh*

Jessica 8:05 AM