The Saga of Scotty...
Today was Scotty's surgery to remove the lipoma. It was 1.5 lbs. So, not as big as we feared, but definitely big enough.
430am - I woke up to give Scotty his first dose of 0.25mg of Xanax. Go to doze on the couch for a while.
630am - Give scotty his second dose (This is so he doesn't eat the vet/vet techs. He's.... wild at the vet, and really needs more Xanax than he gets.)
730am - into the carrier, and to the vet! They take him back, I come back to the house, and go to work.
1135am - Vet calls. Everything went beautifully and Scotty was already coming out fighting from the anesthesia.
430pm - Finally off work \o/
520pm - Pick up Scotty.
Scotty screamed, attacked the carrier, fought, and SCREAMED the entire way home and when we got home as well.
Saturday:
Scotty is still cranky but not nearly what he was yesterday. I have some concerns, but... not sure what to do. If I don't see him use the litter box by 11am tomorrow, I'm calling the vet again. Sigh. Poor Scotty.
430am - I woke up to give Scotty his first dose of 0.25mg of Xanax. Go to doze on the couch for a while.
630am - Give scotty his second dose (This is so he doesn't eat the vet/vet techs. He's.... wild at the vet, and really needs more Xanax than he gets.)
730am - into the carrier, and to the vet! They take him back, I come back to the house, and go to work.
1135am - Vet calls. Everything went beautifully and Scotty was already coming out fighting from the anesthesia.
430pm - Finally off work \o/
520pm - Pick up Scotty.
Scotty screamed, attacked the carrier, fought, and SCREAMED the entire way home and when we got home as well.
Saturday:
Scotty is still cranky but not nearly what he was yesterday. I have some concerns, but... not sure what to do. If I don't see him use the litter box by 11am tomorrow, I'm calling the vet again. Sigh. Poor Scotty.