Nobody told me there'd be days like these

My leg hurts! I can’t put it down, and I struggle to get comfortable. No one told me it was going to be this bad. Look what they’ve done to me!



They’ve made a huge cut in my leg, and then stuck it back together again. Mum says they’ve taken away some bone, moved something called a ligament, tightened up some muscles and put a metal pin in there!!! And they’ve shaved off loads of my fur!!! Talk about a bad hair day! How am I supposed to be seen in public looking like this? Is it going to grow back? I hope so – I don’t want to be stuck looking like this for life. And what about the scar? Am I going to have a great ugly scar on my leg?

To be honest I can’t remember much of Friday when I had my operation. But I know I came round in a cage at the vets and they wouldn’t let me out. I didn’t like that at all. Eventually Mum and Dad came and took me home, but I didn’t feel very well and everything seemed very scary. I couldn’t settle down at all and kept crying. Mum says that it is the anaesthetic that makes me feel like that. At least my leg didn’t hurt too much on Friday as the vet had given me painkilling injections.

After being stuck in the cage no way was I going to get in my crate when I got home. When bedtime came Mum and Dad didn’t try to force me, but put my duvet in the hall. I wanted to go upstairs with them, but they won’t let me go upstairs any more. I couldn’t stop feeling scared and I just kept crying. Mum came downstairs to be with me but it didn’t help much. I did eventually get to sleep just as it was getting light though.

By Saturday morning the painkillers had worn off and Mum started giving me my usual medicines again, plus I’ve got some things called antibiotics to take. I still wasn’t very happy, though, as you can see from this photo.



But the sun came out so I had a little sleep in the sun and started to feel a bit better.



The big downer is that I’m not allowed to go out for walks, and I’m only supposed to go out in the garden on a lead. Sometimes Mum and Dad let me out without a lead on, but they always come out with me. I’m not allowed to jump up onto the wall anymore though, and Mum won’t let me go up the steps by the pond. Yesterday Mum took a bit of video of me in the garden. As you can see, I can’t really put my leg down as it hurts too much.



And after I ran after a squirrel yesterday Mum says I can’t go out in the garden without a lead on any more. I don’t think much of this at all.

As each day passes I start to feel a lot better. Today I’ve finally gone back into my crate. Mum didn’t try and shut me in, and it was nice and cosy sleeping in there. And I‘ve had quite a few of my toys out to play with this morning. Oh, and the good news is Mum keeps feeding me chicken and doesn’t seem to try and feed me much other rubbish (although she made the mistake of putting rice with it), so something good has come from all this.

Apparently I have to go back to the vet this afternoon for a check up with a nurse. Then I have to go back and see the vet who did my operation next last Monday. So I’ll let you know how I am later in the week.