No one could have prepared me for what the first night home from surgery (the day of surgery) would be like. For lack of better words the night was beyond terrible. He moaned and was extremely restless the entire night. Thank god for Jackie, she talked me off the ledge big time and I could never thank her enough for that. I still feel like I made a horrible mistake seeing him the way that he is. Hopefully that goes away as this gets better. There was basically NO sleep for either of us last night. He stared, huge eyed, at me and moaned THE. ENTIRE. NIGHT. Around 3am he decided it was time to start trying to scoot all around the downstairs, dragging his back half behind him, I think he was trying to get comfortable but who knows. He finally settled in front of the fireplace but if he slept for a total of 30 minutes last night I would be shocked.
So far today has been slightly better. Called the vet this morning about last night and they pretty much told me ‘well we told you it was going to suck.’ The moaning isn’t constant now thank goodness, it comes and goes, especially I think when he wants or needs something that he can’t get himself. He started to attempt to walk on his three legs but needs a lot of help from me. He kind of lets out a loud (seems angry) meow when he wants to get up and move and I kind of help him onto all 3 then hold his back side steady and he steers the way. He is absolutely adamant that the couch is where he wants to be and has made that very clear. One thing I’m not surprised about is that his appetite is back to normal. I wish he would just close his eyes and sleep, he must be exhausted! I could not have done this without everyones support on here.
Our biggest challenge is the litter box. Tried telling us he had to go but couldn’t get him to use it so he pooped all over his blanket (at least he went) but has yet to pee (wondering if that is common).
