So Friday morning was a little traumatic. As I put Ginger in the car to take her to the vet to be fixed, I accidentally locked her and my keys and purse in the car! ACK! Talk about freak out! Thankfully the firemen up the street came to the rescue and unlocked the car in a jiffy. I always knew living next door to the fire department would come in handy!
As I left her at the vet, I have to admit that I was an emotional basket case and felt on the verge of tears. My dear life coach, Lisa, says, “See? You’re already a mother.”
Thankfully, everything went super smoothly. When Tim picked up Ginger at five, the “nurses” told him some stories about the day. They said that Ginger did NOT want to be there, did NOT want to be touched and did NOT want to go under. The gals there are wonderful and love animals and said, “All we wanted to do was to hold and snuggle with her but she did not want that!” That’s Ginger for ya. Fiercely independent through and through.
Tim picked up the kitty carrier to say hello and said that she recognized him immediately — “it’s you!” — and was so happy to see him!
When I got home, Ginger was walking around, albeit gingerly (no pun intended). She’s been laying low the last couple of days but is still doing the silly things Ginger always does, like sweeping around her kitty litter.
Tim and I both thought that she would be more out of it — hiding, walking funny from the drugs — but we saw none of that. The incision was also very small, so they took excellent care of her at the Saratoga Springs Animal Hospital. I highly recommend them.