Last week was another one of those landmark events in our little boys life. Wednesday was the day our Hugus went to get neutered. After wondering what he did wrong as he seemed to be staring into an empty food bowl he watched curiously as I prepared his carrier once again. In he went, oblivious for what was ahead of him. He didn't flinch, didn't complain, didn't make a single sound and I was beginning to feel happier at the thought of him finally becoming accustomed to travelling to the vets.
Once we arrived, I filled in all the paperwork and was advised on the neutering procedure. He would be taken in to surgery in the early afternoon, the deed would be done and he would also be microchipped. I would then ring at about 2pm to see how everything went and book a consultation for around 7pm if he didn't need an overnight stay. I left my little baby in their capable hands.
The rest of the day was spent clock watching, I waited eagerly to make the call. It was good news. Well sort of. The operation was successful but I needed to come to the surgery much earlier at 4 and all would be explained later. I was puzzled, but happy thinking he must've taken well to the surgery and therefore didn't need to stay any longer. Boy was I wrong.
I went to the vets, slightly earlier than expected and the minute I mentioned 'Hugo" I was ushered into a room. In he came in his carrier NO CONE!!!! Hooray!!! Apparently the reason for his short visit was due to our sweethearts aggressive nature. I was bewildered. She explained once Hugo had come to, they were unable to go anywhere near him as he was vicious and no nurse or vet could handle him. They also advised they had not managed to clean his wound and that we would have to make sure he cleaned it once we got home. I stood there shocked, she sensed it and peered into his carrier which triggered off exactly what she had described. He snarled and hissed and bare his teeth in a way I had never witnessed. I then peered into to offer soothing, comforting words and on seeing my face he immediately changed back to the Hugo we know and love and meow'ed in his usual manner. I thanked the vet and went to gather up the remaining paperwork at the front desk, only to be told I would no longer need to bring Hugus in unless it was a COMPLETE emergency. We had been rejected. Hugo had successfully managed to get himself chucked out of a perfectly good veterinary practice. I imagine this feeling to be similar to that of having your child expelled.
Anyway once home Hugo rushed out of his carrier and straight away started cleaning his wound until he was satisfied that he was ready to face the world. He was still drowsy from his drugs but he ate and cuddled and then settled himself down. What a day.
