So, there was blood on my arm when I got to the animal
hospital. I wasn’t really sure where it came from. We took her in, and the vet
tech was telling me that it was a bad bite, that they would need to do surgery.
It really wasn’t sinking in, and I really still hadn’t seen the bite. I was
looking on top of her head, thinking the husky got her between the ears.
It took the vet a bit of explaining to help me understand
the seriousness. There was some discussion about exploratory surgery and
needing to leave her overnight. She showed me the bite again, and then I
realized the bite was underneath, at the base of her jaw and neck. It was a
hole the size of a crochet needle, very close to her esophagus and trachea.
That’s when I started to get queasy. And then the anticipation to see if the
guy would follow through and pay added to my anxiety, when I saw a potential
bill of $700. It took a few phone calls
to get it sorted, but his mother eventually put a down payment on the bill.
I stopped on the way home to get groceries. I needed a
distraction, but I was lucky I didn’t pass out in the frozen food section. Mom
called when I was at the checkout, frantic that I wasn’t home. After getting in
and getting sorted, I called the vet office, and everything went fine. I
brought her home at 10:30pm, and she had a port and about 10 staples.
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