As if the virus and the constant news coverage of the rising numbers wasn't enough to make me crazy, my dogs are competing to drive me off the cliff.
Less than a week ago we said goodbye to Lola. Afterwards I felt numb. Then on Friday things got even crazier.
It started early last week when I was trimming Norma Jean's face. I found a fairly large warty looking growth on the side of her muzzle. It didn't seem to bother her so I made a mental note to show the vet on our next visit.
I couldn't get the bleeding stopped with pressure so while Rob held a towel to her face I grabbed the styptic powder. We finally stopped the bleeding and I saw that she had sheared the top off the growth.
It was almost closing time at the vet clinic but I called and set an appointment for Monday. All weekend I kept a close eye on Norma Jean who loves to run her face along furniture. She started bleeding once more but somehow we made it to Monday.
The next morning we dropped a hungry Norma Jean at the clinic. Then I went home and paced while Mackey tried her best to distract me. Mid morning the call came that Norma Jean was out of surgery and we could pick her up in two hours.
The doctor said he had given her the same light sedative that he used to use on Morgan. It relaxes her without putting her out. Then he did a nerve block on the side of the muzzle. He removed the growth and cauterized the area so we don't have to worry about stitches and she won't need to wear a cone.
When we walked in the house I was removing my jacket when she disappeared. I walked into the living room to find her on the sofa sound asleep. She remained there until bedtime.