It’s been a busy vet week here at the farm, and our four-legged children are keeping us hopping. First, we took Maybelle in for the usual round of shots. Blessedly, that was uneventful, other than the fact that Maybelle loves to get in the car but starts to spin like a maniac when you try to get her out of the car. Go figure.
And since Goober is Maybelle’s best pal, we took him along for the journey. Two are better than one, plus Goober had some odd little growths we wanted the vet to double check. Well as it turned out, the spots all needed to be removed and the vet was concerned it was the dreaded C word, aka cancer. So like good parents, we scheduled him right away and had those puppies removed. We need to keep our Goobs happy and healthy.
Which leads me to my sleep deprivation, as I’m sure moms of two- and four-leggeds can relate. Goober was in and out of the vet in one day, and was super happy to be back amongst his pals. However, he’s got stitches in multiple places, but mostly on his undercarriage, hence it’s not so comfy to lay down. Well we thought he had himself settled for the evening, and so we tucked the farm in for a good night’s rest.
Not so fast. At 11 p.m. I awoke to hear Goober moaning. Just sad little sighs and moans, as if to say, “Mom, I don’t really feel so great.” Not helping the matter was that he was wearing a standard issue cone of annoyance in order to keep him from licking away on his fresh wounds. At first, I thought he was just stuck, as he had his cone wedged under our bed. (Yes, he really did.) But not so. He just felt badly.
So as not to disturb Cowboy, I took the Goobs out to the sofa where we twisted and turned, propped up with pillows, tried with cone on and cone off to get peace. He’d lay with his head on my shoulder and just about the time my heavy eye lids would finally drift off to sleep here would come another moan. (Not to mention the surgery had given him a lovely case of doggy gas. Poor guy, and my poor nose.)
I was stuck in that spot between heartbreak and begging for just five minutes of sleep. Finally sometime between 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. he gave it up and finally tuckered out with my hand on his head. (But not before one of the feline kiddos also decided to upchuck on the floor. Really???? ) Let me just say thank goodness for comfy sofas, tough stain-proof floors, and antibacterial wipes.
I am happy to report, we got some good meds at the vet today and Goober is wagging and feeling much better. He’s also become proficient in carrying around his cone. Yes, he still runs into the door frame, but is figuring out how to wiggle around to make it work. I love my four-leggeds, but this farm mama needs some shut eye. Here’s to hoping Goobs is up for it too. Putting meds in a cheese snack now, just in case.
P.S. – Please keep Goober in your thoughts and prayers. We’re hoping for a good report.