Hey guys. Um, because of my, um, operation I have been spoilt this last day. I have been given a very comfy towel to sit upon and I am loving it! Not that it’s worth losing, eerrrm, them things for but it’s nice to sit upon! I must say, it was an awful shock yesterday morning!
I had my breakfast at the usual time and everything seemed fine. Then the hoomans started to fuss around in the piggy-room. They fetched the carry case, cleaned them and popped newspaper in. Alarm bells were ringing guys, even more so when I was picked out of the cage and was popped into the piggy case, eek!
“See you later, Mop!” I called, realising it was me who was going to be going on this little adventure.
Then began the odd ride. I was in the front seat, in my case, on Mummy’s lap. I nosed at the air holes, peering out at the fast-move-rumble-machine. A few odd glimpses of sky were all I got though the window!
When I arrived at the vets whee went straight through. Thistle was looked at first, then came my turn. I was given a health check, the hoomans were advised on what to do with me then, horror of horrors, they handed me over! My Mummy gave me to the vet-lady and left me there. It was terrifying!
What happened next I don’t want to talk about, the memories are too painful…
Luckily my Mummy came back later and picked me up. I am loved after all!
I am doing well so far. Am all bright and happy and the stitches seem fine! Thank you for all your well wishes, they mean a lot to me!