Spaying Daisy

One of the very first questions I had for the Vet was when was the best age for Daisy to get spayed. I wanted to get her spayed as soon as I could. I knew I didn't want her to have puppies and I also knew I wanted her to be as healthy as possible. I read that if you have your female puppy spayed before her first heat, then it will reduce the risk of certain cancers to almost no chance. Having her spayed after her first heat also reduces the risk of those cancers, but not as much as if you had her spayed before her first heat. Either way having her spayed was the right thing to do.

The Vet told me that most puppies get spayed around 5 or 6 months of age. A few days after Daisy's 5 month birthday, I called the Vet to ask when's a good time to do it. The Vet said anytime is good. The sooner then better. So, I made the appointment that week to have it done. The Vet said that they would have to keep Daisy over night. This bothered me. I'd never been away from Daisy in the 3 months I'd had her. I mean, of course I went to work every day, but never been away from her over night. I knew everything would be okay, but it still felt wrong. I guess you can say I'm attached.

The day finally came to have her spayed. I took her to the Vet at 8:30 in the morning on a Thursday. I was scheduled to pick her up at 10 o'clock the next morning. Twenty Five and a half hours without Daisy. I had a feeling it was going to be the longest 25 1/2 hours ever. Daisy, my girlfriend and I walked into the Vet. Daisy, as usual, was excited to see people and other dogs & cats. While I was checking Daisy in, Daisy was eyeing the receptionist, Joy. Joy was a cat. She was this cat that just roamed the Vet office. Joy jumped down from the counter and walked by Daisy. Daisy just sat there, still, and didn't move. It was pretty funny. Daisy usually jumps all over other dogs or cats the first time they meet. Not not in this case. Daisy just froze as Joy walked by her. It was funny.

So off Daisy went as the Vet took her away for the night. I spent the rest of the day wondering how Daisy was and wondering what she was doing at that exact moment. This seemed like one of the longest days ever. I gave the Vet a call around 5pm to see if the operation went okay. It did, of course. The Vet also said I could pick her up after 9am the next morning. Woo hoo!

The next morning I picked Daisy up at 9am. The Vet walked her out and Daisy looked as if nothing even happened. I figured she'd be kind of groggy or something. She wasn't at all though. The Vet told me to clean the wound with peroxide once a day. Daisy also had to take Rimadyl twice a day for the pain. Luckily the surgery didn't seem to phase Daisy at all. She was up and running that same day, although I tried to keep her from running and jumping so the wound wouldn't open up. That would not be good.

The whole week after the surgery I made sure Daisy wasn't too active so she could heal. She healed up really fast. I was surprised. Overall, Daisy getting spayed was no big at all. 

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