As crazy as it may seem, Arya is now 17 weeks. I can’t believe that I have had her for 11 weeks already! I remember our first day together like it was only yesterday. Its sad to think about, but she has come to that special age to be fixed. So today, Arya was spayed.
When we got into the car this morning and the poor thing had no idea what was happening. She was so happy to be going for a drive. Arya was more excited today than when we normally go to the park. I felt so guilty, but her mood changed quickly.
We were on our way to the hospital and she did not sit down. She stayed standing, slightly leaning toward the dashboard. Normally Arya stares outside the car at everything that passes by, but this time, she stared intently through the front windshield. It was as if she knew something serious was going to happen.
I dropped her off at the hospital at 7:30 am. She was good and followed the vet assistant to the back without any tugging or pulling on her leash. I signed all of the paperwork and headed home. The whole way home, I just kept hoping that everything would go smoothly. I was told to pick her up at 5:30 pm. How was I supposed to go ten hours without driving myself mad? My only answer was to stay busy. I went to class, did a little grocery shopping, ate lunch with a friend, watched softball practice, and even read a couple chapters in my book. After all that, I finally decided it was time to go pick up Arya.
When the vet finally brought Arya to me, her face was so sad. I could tell she was in pain. But the cone she had on was possibly the cutest/funniest thing I had ever seen. She was running into corners, tripping over the cone, running into doors, and she even got her head caught as she tried to jump into the car. I knew I should not have been laughing, but I could not help myself.
As soon as we got home Arya fell asleep. I mean, it was less than five minutes after we got home that I found her curled up in her bed. She looked so sad. I attempted to take photos of her post-surgery, but that cone made it impossible. I also felt horrible taking pictures when she looked so miserable.
Looking back on the day, I still can’t believe that at just 17 weeks and 21 pounds, my little girl experienced this life changing surgery. But thanks to her amazing veterinarian, she will hopefully have a speedy and successful recovery. She has grown so much in our time together, and I cannot wait to see the wonderful dog she will become.