Wednesday, 6 January 2010

The next time you say forever, I will punch you in your face.

I am wise beyond my years, and so some time in high school I resolved to never make another resolution again. I am also true to my word, and by golly I've never made a resolution since. So. A Winston update.

The surgery itself went well, but he was dehydrated and feverish that night so they kept him on an IV and catheterized. Well. Winston being just like his mother managed to tangle his paw up in his tubes something awful. This picture was taken right after we brought him home and you can see how swollen it was:

he's home!

Needless to say, he did not like his cone. (Luckily he didn't have to wear it while we watched him like a hawk, which we did as much as possible.)

He was intubated during surgery, so his throat and jaw were really sore for the next few days. It was tough for him to eat, and he drooled and drooled and drooled like you wouldn't believe. And he was sore from his stitches, so he couldn't jump anywhere. We had to pick him up and put him in bed with us at night:

Winston couldn't eat and couldn't jump and couldn't bathe himself, and those are the three things he likes best in life. So he was understandably depressed, and refused to drink anything for the longest time. In fact, whenever we put a glass of water in front of his face he was more likely to use it as a chin rest than anything else:

And then over the weekend my poor baby caught a cold. He was sneezy and snotty and his eyes were itchy and watery and it was hard for him to breathe. So he's spent most of the last several days curled up in my lap, something he never does when he's feeling well:

It's been a rough couple weeks, but his stitches are actually healing up quite nicely; hopefully he'll have them removed at the end of the week. HOWEVER, today I am bringing him in to make sure he doesn't have PNEUMONIA, and then I am going to be stuck on some stupid family cruise all next week, which means I have to abandon Winston at the vet's office while we're away. AND I FEEL HORRIBLE. Ugh.

1 comment:

doahleigh said...

That is so sad. Poor Winston, I could cry for him.