Not much sewing has been happening around the HZC household lately (and it doesn't look good for the new Prom dress at this point, but hey, there's always hope). I have been preoccupied with Simon instead.
On Tuesday, he went in to have a cracked tooth pulled (he ended up losing two teeth) and a dental cleaning. At the same time he had several warts removed - two large ones from the top of his head and a bunch of smaller ones on his legs. By the time he got home on Tuesday evening, he was tired and cranky and sore. After being up with him all Tuesday night and for most of the night on Wednesday and Thursday, I'm a bit tired and cranky too.
With all patches of fur shaved off, the sutured wounds and the cone around his neck, he looks rather pathetic. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and make him good as new. This has been a traumatic experience for both of us. I was a stressed out mess prior to the surgery - he is almost 13 years old and although he is in excellent health, I couldn't help but worry about putting him under anesthetic. I truly hate situations like this that make me face his mortality. The thought of being without him someday breaks my heart.
But, enough with the melancholy. This morning he went for a check up and the vet says he is healing up nicely. Simon has resigned himself to wearing the cone and I have been calling him "Helmet Head", while my husband cracks wise about the reception he must be getting on his satellite dish. Poor pooch.