That wasn’t too bad
All things considered that wasn’t too bad. Mum took me to the vet for 8.15 yesterday morning. I dutifully got on the scales, doing that old Garfield trick of lifting one leg in the hope it would make me lighter. It didn’t. A lovely nurse checked me in and asked if I was happy with everything. Of course, I wasn’t but that was mainly because I hadn’t had breakfast. She was Mum what I liked to eat and Mum replied ‘Food’. Basically I love eating most things, but unlike Pebbles prefer to avoid stones, garden plants, beds and blankets.
My operation
My operation wasn’t nearly so bad as most of the ones I’ve had. Although my eye is a little sore, it didn’t take long and there are no stitches. I have to wait for the growth to be sent off for biopsy, but paws crossed that is the end of the matter. It does mean I have a third eye drop for the next week, so that is three eye drops, three times a day. Boy is this going to be annoying for both Mum and me.
Then I had to wait until I was told I was all right to go home.
Home again
Mum came at 2pm for me. I was so happy to come home and catch up on my meals. On the whole I do feel much better than I expected so hopefully in a day or two I can forget all about it.
What was lovely was to find my new den. In our railway room, we now have all the boards in ready for the railway to be built on top. The supports were carefully specified so that my big bed will fit underneath as a sort of den. Dad even suggested I could have an archway on the front and sides to hide it away altogether. I think I rather like it as it is. It feels snug and safe.
Love and licks
Wilma
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