homecoming queen

Koa was in surgery today. She lost most of her teeth -- they just "fell out," they were so rotten. Only a few had to be yanked out. She has some remaining, and those are polished and shiny now. After she heals, we will see whether she'll be able to eat dry food. For now, she's supposed to eat wet food. They also removed the last of the offending claw and then sewed her up and put a bright pink bandage all the way up to her knee. She was so terrified at the vet that she barely moved, but I asked them to put a little collar on her because I'm convinced that she'll chew her bandage off, otherwise.

I'm supposed to catch her and give her pain meds with an oral hypodermic. Uh... ok. And I'm supposed to crush antibiotics and put them in her food. No problem, if I can convince her to eat. Of course, in the cage at the vet's she was incredibly docile. I'm sure they're wondering what my problem is.

Here at home? Well, she's under the bed. If I reach for her, she moves to the other side of the bed. She's quick. If I bring the food to her, she smacks her lips in anticipation. If I put it down in front of her, she won't touch a bite, even though she hasn't eaten since yesterday.

I've made a little apartment for her upstairs. She has full run of the bathroom and bedroom; I've closed off the closet and study -- too many hidey-holes to get into.

The one thing that stuns me is that I've "visited" her under the bed a few times. I can't quite fit under, but I can reach under. And she's actually asked for affection. I've rubbed her head a few times. She seems grateful.

I can tell she's in pain. There's not much I can do right now but I may try again in a little bit.

Oh, and I'm supposed to bring her in on Monday for a followup appointment and for removal of the bandage. Were I on the outside looking in, I'd quote KAH and say "Good luck with that."