were all spayed this week and i have to say the experience has made me feel baaad. you're supposed to be loving and protecting them and regardless of how much sense it makes to you and everyone else in the whole entire universe, there is just no way to explain to those trusting eyes that you've handed them over to some rubber gloved stranger with a knife because you love them.
baby girl came through it, at least initially, with about the same amount of trauma she suffered the other day when she took a blow to her nose in a play-fight. she needed a few seconds to figure out she was ok, that this wasn't part of any ongoing attack, and then she started bouncing around wanting to play some more. felicia, on the other hand, was having a hard time. like maggie, she didn't want to move. she stood, head hung, all the way home from the vet but would not take a step when i lifted her out of the car.
this morning they're all looking amazingly well, energetic and dog-like and the challenge becomes keeping them relatively quiet for a few more days, to give their bodies time to heal.
preparing them for surgery, explaining to them that they were going to the vet to be "fixed", i could barely make the words come out of my mouth cause i could hear the question they would inevitably have to ask, "are we broken?"
no, my loves, you are not. you are perfect and innocent, as you were created.
it is this world that's broken.
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