In the emergency vets, that is. Far too much of this weekend has been spent there. It all started last night when the oldies were out for their exercise. Something was amiss with Pinch, as in a bit that should be inside was outside. We took her to the emergency vet and they confirmed it was a prolapse.
The vet assumed initially that it was rectal, and we had a long talk about the risks of anaesthetic for such a small animal, as well as the expense of the procedure to put it back. We decided the risks were worth it as she is otherwise pretty healthy and not visibly at Death’s door, and left her (as we thought) overnight.
The vet rang us once the procedure was finished to say it was vaginal, much easier to deal with and we could pick her up in about an hour. (It was already 10.45pm by this point.) So off we went, and she seemed fine. We made an appointment for a follow up check this morning.
But this morning it had happened again. So she is back there having the same procedure, only this time they are going to try to put in a “purse string” suture to stop it recurring, at least temporarily, until we can get her to our regular vet tomorrow – and we hope, get her spayed. I did suggest to the vet this morning that they should just spay her and have done but he was reluctant to do something so invasive just yet.
Poor little Pinch – she is such a sweet, good-natured little girl. Hawkeye and Bitesize are missing her, and so are we. Let’s hope she is home safe and sound very soon, and all this is sorted out. In the meantime, J is having some house painting therapy, and I have gone for writing therapy – a new post will also be going up at The Random Gardener fairly soon.