As I mentioned earlier, Maya survived her trip to the vet today, and was not as bad off as we originally thought she might be.  Nonetheless Pat and I were both emotionally drained from the morning, but in getting home and seeing Maya tonight it looks to me like she had the roughest day of all…

Maya staggers out of the pet carrier…

When I checked in on her at about 7PM, she was curled up in her pet carrier (the gate was open) and mewling unhappily.  So I sat down on the bathroom floor and called to her.  After a few false starts she turned about and wobbled, heavy lidded, out of the carrier and across the floor to me, having great difficulty both because of the drugs and the annoying bandage on her left front paw.

Maya looks up at Daddy…

But she clearly wanted to spend some time with me even though I could tell she was pretty out of it.  She clambered uncertainly onto my lap and nuzzled my chin, so I gently stroked her back and rubbed her head.  Eventually she buried her face into the crook of my arm and didn't move for a long time.  I think she might have dozed off that way had I let her.  But my dinner was getting cold and I needed to set her down.

Once I did so she ambled over to her food dish and ate some more of her dinner.  Shaking her left paw the whole way.  The vet said the bandage should come off within 24 hours, so we'll probably try and remove it tomorrow morning.  That should be a trip… there's no tape on it, but it is stuck together somehow.  The vet seemed to think we should be able to “wiggle it off”.  Yeah.  Right.  Hopefully I can catch Maya sleeping and see if I can pull it off then.

Welcome home Maya.  It's nice to see you again.