The deed is done

I tell you what! It's over and I am so glad because to be perfectly honest, I found the whole thing more traumatic than they did. I probably did more to unsettle them with my new found emotions than anything else.

1st time in basket
1st experience of high street noise
1st experience of trains (noise)
1st visit to vets

It all began on the week-end to be honest. Fate stepped in and mum wasn't coming down after all. This meant we had time together pre-op.

A friend came round on the Sunday and advised that talking about the event might help things. I didn't although I did think about it.

I'd been allowed to work from home and recently had superb access to my work and everything made possible through the wonders of T-Snap (Office 2007) and Microsoft Communicator and it was all going to be fine.

We set off at 8:30am, them in their new basket with mini duvet and as the emotional swell welled up and tipped over the edge, we walked slowly down the high street, to the vets. The 5 minutes seemed like 5 hours, with the destination being like the worst place on earth, when actually it was an extremely welcoming environment.

Bingo, as usual, was absolutely tip top and went into motor purr mode within a single stroke of the hand.

Bongo on the other hand, was almost catatonic, with wide cross eyes, seemingly looking daggers at whatever he was fixated on...

I relaxed. Other pets arrived for some attention.

Reception were lovely, the vet talked about what was about to happen and asked me to ring at 1.

I bought some plants
did some work
called at 1
collected them at 3

and within 5 minutes of reaching home, they were climbing the walls and sitting down, just as they always have done.

I'd been advised to give them chicken or prawns for their first meal back to ensure their good health....it's over...back to life....