I woke up at what seemed like the butt-crack of dawn this morning, woke up my son, and headed to my dad's house. Today was the day that I took Felix in to get her fixed. As I walked in the door, she ran up to greet me. I felt so bad knowing what was in store for her! So I picked her up, put her in her blanket-filled crate, and headed out to the car. She started to freak out and cry out pretty loud. Eventually, with a lot of reassurance and calming down, I was able to get her to relax. I don't think it helped though that my son was getting jealous of all the attention I was giving the cat, which made him start to fuss. His loud fussing tends to freak out my kitty. Anyway, we walked in and there was a short wait. My son kept pointing at the puppies and trying to poke Felix through the crate gate. I'm glad my fiance was there to help regulate our son and keep him occupied while I kept the kitty calm. When it was our turn, we walked into the little white room and waited for the vet.
When he walked in, he greeted us all warmly and gently took my cat out of her box. He quickly did the physical as he asked us about her health and walked us through the procedure that Felix was going to undergo. She was going to have anesthesia followed by her shots, the removal of her female reproductive organs, and they were going to put in a tracking chip (at the request of my dad) on her back between her shoulder blades. As he finished up, he asked his assistant (whom Felix actually seemed to like) to weight her and then take her into the other room. The vet kept telling us that Felix was one of the nicest cats that he's gotten in there. She didn't bite, hiss, scratch, or even freak out much; she stayed very calm and still. He thanked us for our business and would give me a call when it was time to pick her up. After we left, we went to Petsmart to get her a collar, then went back home to eat breakfast and give my fussy baby a nap.
Finally when it was time to pick up Felix, we headed over. One of the things that the vet told me was that my kitty had had a uterine infection (which probably was the cause of her extra peeing everywhere). This caused her incision to be a bit bigger than normal because her uterus was puffy and filled with blood and puss. I swear, I wanted to cry after hearing that but I held it together. I was instructed to give her antibiotics once a day until the next appointment. He then said that she would be a little hung over and dizzy from the anesthesia and to have her stay in her crate until the following morning. After that, she could be let out to eat, drink and would be all set. It was so sad, after she was set down in the crate, she tried to stand up and she totally stumbled and smooshed her face into the gate. :( We scheduled her next appointment for Wednesday for her to get her stitches out, and after that, he again thanked me for my business and said if we had any questions or complaints to give him a call (such a nice, caring, and personable man).
On the way home, she kept nuzzling my hand and I felt so bad. Once at my dad's house, my sister helped to occupy my son while I comforted Felix. As the night progressed, my dad, sister, Aidan, and I all sat down to dinner and some tv while caged-kitty stayed next to me as I kept petting her nose. I could see her getting restless, but she was too dizzy to even stand on her own four feet. I felt so bad but all I could do was just keep telling her it'll be better in the morning. Once it came time to go home, I blew her a kiss and pet her nose before saying I would be back in the morning. In the meantime, she was going to sleep in my dad's room as opposed to sleeping in the living room in her crate alone and he would let her out in the morning into my bedroom/recovery room.
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