Home Alone (with a post-op puppy)
Going to work has been so difficult. Given how bad Fozzy did with his sutures last time I’m terrified every minute that I’m gone. It takes all the strength in the world for me to open the bedroom door when I get home. Every time, I find him doing fine, laying in bed with his nub wagging to see me. Every time I expect the worst.
He’s having a really difficult time with the hardwood and tile floors. Luckily, he will wear the booty I bought him. It helps but it doesn’t fix it. He needs to adjust his walking style so he’s not propelling himself across the floor. He’s become terrified of some areas of the room, even wearing the booty. This has been so difficult to handle by myself. Bennett is desperate for attention but I have to keep a constant eye on Fozzy. Bennett trying to get near me to steal attention has lead to him stepping on Fozzy’s stub multiple times.
I also haven’t been able to sleep because Fozzy wakes me up every time he shifts position. I’ve been a walking zombie this week. I feel barley functional and I seriously think I’m on the verge of crying all the time. I know things will get better but I feel so guilty for what Fozzy is going through now.
Brian gets home tomorrow and I’m just hoping we don’t get the results of the histopath until after he’s home. I don’t know that I can take bad news with out him.