I have left you all in the dark since Saturday regarding Macy. Don’t worry. No news was good news.
Things are going very well. As a matter of fact, Macy is back to eating her normal amount of food as of last night and is finally eating all of her joint supplements again.
The only time we notice a problem – I say we because I am watching over her like secret service watches the president – is when her cone is on. It’s supposed to be on all the time. Imagine this: you’re in terrible pain from a gi-hugic surgery and all you want to do is snuggle in bed to sleep it off. Now imagine you have a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE lampshade on your head and you can’t even bury your head in a pillow. Totally cruel, right? Mom noticed Macy was beginning to get really depressed and she wasn’t really sleeping. So, Mom being the neurotic mom she is was on a mission to get Macy pants so she didn’t have to wear the cone. Let me explain: pants would keep her from licking her incision and messing with the sutures.
Dad donated an old pair of pajama pants to the cause. Mom cut, sewed, nipped and tucked until this happened:
Macy was SO much happier! She fell right to sleep.
Yesterday, Mom went to the dollar store and bought Macy some toddler pajama pants (size 3T) that fit much better:
Unfortunately, Mom has yet to figure out how to keep the pants from sliding down when Macy continuously switches positions. She’s thinking suspenders will do the trick. BOL! I can’t deal with this. BOL! I’m going to pee myself. ROFL!
Ok…breathe, Noodle, breathe!
Mom and Dad have also been letting Macy sit on the couch with them. She has to wear her pants and a leash, and they pick her up to get her on/off the couch. When she’s laying with them, she doesn’t try to move around too much. She’s definitely not herself.
That’s about all the info I have for now. I’ll be back when there’s more to tell.
Oh, Macy said to tell all of you thank you for sending POTP and thinking of her.
Countdown to Macy’s anticipated full recovery: 55 days!