Another emergency dash to the animal hospital, (our normal vet is shut till Tuesday).
Lucy's temperature shot up and the surgery site was red hot to touch. She's had an anti-inflamatory jab, and I have an anti-inflamatory suspension to give her every 24 hrs.
We've cooled the house right down for her now, and she does seem a bit more comfortable.
I just want my little girl to be ok.
I also feel horrible about how vets think they can just print money... since this started xmas eve morning, it's clocked up nearly a thousand pounds. So thankful to my 'past self' for getting Lucy insured. Money would have been an extra terrible worry if we hadn't, because I just can't see how I would have afforded it, seeing as my car failed its MOT on 23 December for £350, and there's NO chance of getting the work done.
My whole life and everything within me now is just centred on getting my dear little Lucy well and strong again.
I wish I could take her discomfort onto myself so that she could be happy and well again. The vet says there's "no guarantees" she will get through this. Those words were like a knift in my heart. But she said that because Lucy is only 2 and has been very healthy and fit up to now, that will help her. I hope so. I don't know if I would ever get over it if she doesn't.
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