My baby's home!
Jackson had to spend Friday night at the surgical center to be monitored by the doctor and the emergency staff. I went to pick him up this morning, Saturday, and he was so happy to see me, like crazy kissing tail wagging and I know if he could have jumped up, he would have. I got the break down of his home care including medications, wearing that terrible cone collar, walking on the leash, and obviously not jumping on or off furniture and stairs.
Jack has 3 pills he has to take three times a day (well one he takes twice a day) and let me tell you, last night trying to give him his last pills was disastrous. I tried to crush up his pills and put it in some food. He took one sniff at the food and literally started gagging at the smell of it. So, I called the vet hospital (because it said to call them if he wouldn't take his medication, and yes, because I'm crazy) and the man who answered said that when you crush the pills it smells stronger. He said if we couldn't get him to eat it we'd just have to "pill him".
What? I would have to shove the pills to the back of his throat he said. Oy. So, that's what I did, and of course he gagged, and foamed a little, and then I cried because I felt like a bad mommy!
Brian laughed at me and hugged me and told me Jack was fine. I still felt bad.
We're so happy he's home! Here are some pictures!
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