Gigi spent the night in ICU with a technician by her side – actually, the technician was in the cage with Gigi because Gigi was a bit “demanding”… Hard to believe with all those drugs in her she’s still trying to run the show. What a bouv!
7 pm – Picked Gigi up from the vet – I could hear her chatting in the back as soon as I walked in the building. A debriefing by the technician, a handful of papers, a bill that makes the national debt pale in comparison and we’re out the door. Into the sleet storm. Better we take her home now than tomorrow, when it is supposed to be worse.
7:30 pm – Getting her out of the car is no picnic. Going in was fine. Coming out requires me to get into the back of the Subaru, lift her hind end up while on my knees bent forward and convince her to walk down the Styrofoam block steps like all the other times we practiced. Nope. Unh-hu. Not now, not then. Meanwhile the sleet is starting to make it treacherous for us as well as her. We finally convince her to vacate the car, and we have to carry her up the steps. Into bed. Meds down. Last “jinkie wawa” and we hope we’re off for a good night. Gigi stops talking and literally falls over – out cold. I think she was running on nerves. I sure have been.
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