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Yesterday, I took Nala to the vet to get spayed.  I knew it was going to be a traumatic day, but the first inkling of just HOW traumatic came when I watched them take her away in the carrier. I literally felt like screaming and yelling and saying “I WILL NOT LEAVE HER. LET ME STAY WITH HER PLEASE!” Well, they surprised me by smiling and saying to me “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Come back for her about 3 or so.”   And so … I left.

I came home, and tried not to cry. I got on the internet and started job hunting. I got a couple of calls and stuff, but nothing with an interview appointment. I am beginning to realize the trend. “We like your resume. Give us some more info. We’ll call you back.” Silence. I am not discouraged. It’s only been a week. Something will turn up. I know it. Don’t care what it is either, frankly. So long as it’s earning me some money, something I can stand to do for more than an hour and something that just might help me with getting my Technical Writing certification.

Then, at about 1:30, I give in to the worry and stress and call the clinic. “Oh sure – she’s fine. You can come for her anytime.” Ack! They should have CALLED me!!! Oh well, not surprised – they aren’t the best on customer service. So I returned the resume writing books to the library and borrowed a couple of tech writer books before going to the vet.

She was sitting quietly in her carrier, with these HUGE mournful eyes. She looked just a tad spacey, but alert. She recognized me and she responded when spoken to. They said she had done beautifully. I am SO proud of my little Nala – she’s growing up.

Now comes the trauma. Her eyes have been weepy on and off since we got home. Especially after she tried to run and lick her tummy. So, knowing my Nala, I made them give me the lampshade collar and I put it on her soon as I got home. The vet suggested locking her away by herself, but after only a few hours, she started going bonkers.  Hubby was home by then, and he said “Let her out. She’s fine.” and so we let her out. She immediately ran to one of her comfortable spots and lay down. She did that  few times last night, just going in between on comfy spot and the next and in between resting her tummy on the cold floor. Hubby was like “I bet that cold floor feels good on her tummy” and it certainly looked as tho it did, cos when one spot warmed up, she moved a couple inches and squatted again. So, back to the weepy eyes, it occurred to me that it was her crying in pain and so what did I do? Went for a little tissue to wipe her eyes. She looked up at me with such adoring love that my heart melted. Poor little tyke.

I left her snoozing under my desk and went to bed finally at about 1am. I decided I need sleep and she was going to be just fine without me watching over her.

Well, so said, so done – this morning, I got up, made my cereal, sat at the dining table (where I am now) and just went about my business.. She came strolling out a few minutes later, walking taller, meowing as usual but looking a little less mischevious than usual. She walked around my chair about a million times, before I went and got their favourite towel and put it on the floor beside me. She immediately curled up on it. That’s what she wanted: comfort as near to me as she could get.

I got up to go put on my day clothes (warmer than the shortie jammies) and she had moved the towel nearer to the legs of my chair. And now she’s just laying there quietly. She purs the minute I touch her.

Oh I think she will be just right as rain. =)

It’s Bear I am worried about – he’s been so skittish since she came home. He will only approach either one of us when we’ve been sitting still for a good long time. Poor Bear. He’s completely stymied.

And so I go back to my Kindle.

Toodles.

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