小菲菲。手术后 ~ fyfy after surgery

fyfy and my sis, waiting at the vet. fyfy was very scared, she was trembling vigorously. you can hardly see her so obedient and quietly sitting there, except when she is in deep shit. after doctor checked her temperature and everything, i purposely left the room quickly without looking at her while the doctor carried her to her cage, coz i felt heart sickening to let her see me leaving her. but unfortunely she saw us leaving. i know she must have felt scared to death as she is very very "chicken". she had to stay overnite in the vet.

she seemed very gloomy and sad after the surgery. although i saw her wagging her tail when she saw our home from inside the car. the first wierd reaction of hers when she came home was being abnormaly fierce to coco. i have a feeling she wanted all the attention, she just don't wanna see coco taking us all away from her. (on the other hand, due to fyfy's super manja attitude, and we all feel heart sickening for her, we spent the whole morning with fyfy, fencing coco out from the room worrying they would fight and hurt fyfy's wound. coco was so jealous and she felt hurt too, she scratched her nails on my door, letting out woo~woo~ sound which is her crying tone, tried to open the foor to get to see me.) i find that fyfy would only sit and rest when someone is sitting very near beside her. she had to sit in a peculiar way, trying not to hurt the wound, and making used to the irritating e-collar on her neck. doctor said she is very clever cos she could easily pull off the e-collar. we had to make sure she cant do it again, so we put extra collar on her neck. at first, she would not sit at all eventhough her eye lids were heavy. poor thing, her eyes wandered everywhere, as if she was not safe at all, that if she were to sleep she would be taken away and left alone again. she tried all her mights to stay awake and standing.

later at night, after long long hours walking and being in trance, she finally got so tired and for the first time, she lied down on her own, without wanting any of us to sit by her side.
at last, she fell heavily asleep, she must be dead tired after fighting her tiredness and insecurity all day. she used to be very dynamic and restless, jumping up and down, chasing and biting our walking legs. today, she dare not even try walking up the staircase, i guess moving in that way would hurt her wound.

poor fyfy, please get well soon. i miss playing ball and hide & seek with you. i miss your little biting games too. above all, i miss your playful and ever restless barkings.