Alls Well That Ends Well in Everyday Ramblings

For those of you not enamored of felines, this picture from Sunday is for you.

We all survived our big day yesterday but it was quite the day. Because over the years getting Stella in the carrier by myself had proven at first difficult and later pretty much impossible, wily girl, I was super-anxious about getting Diego into his by myself as well.

But! I managed, with no blood shed. Go me.

I had pre-ordered a cab from my favorite company that hires a lot of vets for a generous amount of time to get me over to the adoption place. And they didn’t come, and didn’t come and I called and they said he was on the way… I had to call and email the folks receiving him and the poor guy was in the carrier for almost an hour and I was practically at my wit’s ends as I had a work meeting that I wanted to attend.

The driver, I don’t know, he was super apologetic, and basically gave me the ride for free but… I signed the release forms and handed the man himself over to the vet tech, who was wonderful.

Then I get on the bus to get back across town and we go two blocks and stop. A ship was coming in and they had to raise the bridge. I try texting Saint Joe to have him tell the meeting coordinator I was having logistical issues but got no response. (Turns out he changed his phone number and forgot to tell me.)

But! I was only seven minutes late to the meeting and got said what I needed to.

Later I had a private meeting with my boss to talk about “my concerns” about the work team transition. His idea and I was anxious about that too.

But! He reassured me that he understood that I wasn’t trying to be obstructionist. And we had a useful chat and I think I will be able to deal with the changes. They are going to try to keep the folks from the Evil Empire as far away from us as possible.

We’ll see how it goes. I am willing to keep a slightly open mind about it all.

In the afternoon I walked over to get Diego. It was a lovely very cold trip. They had told me to pick him up between 5 and 5:30. It never occurred to me to call. I thought they would call if there were issues. They told me that they would call me if he was ready for pickup early.

They hadn’t even started on his procedure! The clinic works with volunteer vets and vet techs and provides some low cost services for folks who can’t afford them. They did a sterilization on a nine year old German Shepherd female whose owner is a bit challenged in the reality department. He was there with his mother, the guy, not the dog. And there was another dog with some sort of face repair and a sweet big old lab with a huge stone in his bladder. There was a parade of homeless dogs getting walked by volunteers.

This large old pit bull lab mix named Lois was afraid to walk through the lobby. Oh! It was all quite entertaining (even though I was so tired I wanted to cry) and then this wiry tough girl vet tech (that I had not seen before) comes out in her toque and jacket and starts exclaiming to her friend…”We had an amazing day, so many complications… we had to do an enucleation of this kitty’s eye and…”

I gasped. “You took his eye out?” I was sitting right there, she had ignored me.

I thought they were just going to sew the lid shut. She was all excited, no, he’ll be better, it won’t be a big deal, its all fine and then disappeared in the back.

The vet who performed the procedure came out a few minutes later and spent a fair amount of time explaining what had happened and why. Before Diego was born his eye fused to the back of the socket and they hadn’t seen that earlier when treating the infections. He’s got some unusual teeth too. He is quite the unique guy.

Once I got over the shock of it, my squeamishness I was fine. He’s been operating without this eye for his whole life and I was actually relieved that it was congenital and not the result of trauma as a kitten.

The cab I ordered then came right away and Mr. Loopy Paws and I were thrilled to be home.

He is doing absolutely fine today, eating, using his box, playing. Amazing!

I am a bit of a basket case though. :)

The thing that touched me the most about the whole long complicated day was that Diego knew he was home. That this is his home. After less than a week. Aww.

Last updated November 20, 2014