The Cone of Shame! Please, keep the mocking to a minimum. After all, the wee princess still has her pride:
My poor, pouty girl was spayed Monday afternoon. No puppies for her! When they took her away from me at the vet's office along with her little stuffed toy, I barely made it to my car before I bawled my eyes out. Really, she was only going to be gone for one night and I couldn't handle it. I felt like a horrible fur-mommy, I just knew she was going to be upset about being in a weird place with weird people over-night. People told me she would ignore me the next day in a snooty fit of anger. I was worried to death until they called me to tell me she was awake and doing well; her surgery went smooth as can be.
Then in the morning, I was there at 10am on the nose to get my girl. When they brought her out, at first she was calm and just looking around and I felt my heart drop a little. But then, she saw me and she freaked out. She was so excited to see me she peed on the nurse and I couldn't help but laugh and maybe cry again - just a little bit. Then the nurses went over how I have to keep her from jumping and getting too excited and again, I laughed. Seriously, would you imagine this critter had just had a major surgery?
But she did. And in between snoozing and crawling on my lap and bumping into things with the cone she even found time to audition to be the next iconic Gramophone dog.
It's amazing to me, how very attached to this fur baby I've gotten since we brought her home to live with us in April. And how very far we've come from those miserable (seriously, I'm not going to pretend they were magical and wonderful) first weeks of potty training, crate training and getting used to a new 'person' to fit into our schedule. I wouldn't ever want to go back, but I'm happy we persevered.
Happy UnBirthday Loony Miss Luna!