When I went to pick up Butterbean on Friday afternoon, she was huddled under a pile of blankets and safely tucked into one of the kennels at the vet. Though she was calm, her eyes were wild and dilated. The anesthesia was wearing off and the pain medicine was kicking in, and though she was quite loopy, I could see a sense of relief in her face when I opened up the door to her cage and said hello.
Everything had gone just fine, but one tooth needed to be extracted.
I got the post-procedure low-down, some pain meds and antibiotics to take home, then I packed up our girl and left.
When we we got home, I put the carrier down on the living room rug, opened the door, and she slowly stumbled out. Wylla was right there and was very curious and a little confused about the kind of familiar/ kind of strange cat in our house. There was lots of cautious sniffing and some low growling. Clearly Bean smelled different than normal, and minty-fresh, so Wylla wasn't quite sure who that was walking all wobbly in our living room.
We all went to the kitchen and I prepared a small, soupy snack for Charlene. She had a few licks, then I brought up upstairs so she could get settled down and recover.
The first 24 hours were the hardest. She would go to her normal napping spots, but just sit or lay there with her eyes open. Her body was somewhat relaxed, but she couldn't seem to fall asleep. She would get up for light snacks or to use the litter box, then settle back in and not nap. Wylla shadowed her constantly.
By late Saturday afternoon, she was able to thoroughly rest and had some good naps. We had adjusted her pain meds, and I think that helped. Though she was better, she still wasn't quite our Bean.
We stayed close to help keep her as comfortable as possible, but there really wasn't much to do other than wait with her as she rode this out.
We saw more improvements Sunday: she was eating better and grooming herself. She wasn't too active, but she did move around a little bit more than the previous day. Her eyes looked normal again, and she was super purr-y and affectionate.
We gave her last does of pain meds Sunday eve, and this morning I woke up to my normal "where is my breakfast" Bean walking across my head and yelling at me. Any other day this behavior is annoying, but today I was happy to see it because it meant our Bean was back!
I don't have any pictures to share today -- I really didn't think Bean would appreciate me taking photos of her while she was down, so I didn't document any of this weekend's events. No one needs to see images of a sad, drooling Bean, anyway.
I'm grateful that's all behind us now and hope we won't have to do this anytime again soon!
Thanks to all of you for thinking good thoughts for our girl. We appreciate your love and support so much!