In the morning I busied myself with wreath making and the endless attempt at getting the downstairs into some semblance of order. DH had a long standing arrangement, so left at 11.
At 1.05 I phoned the Vet. Wash hadn't had his Op, he was just being prepped. Phone at 5.I texted DH, who would - because of the circumstances - have considered no news as bad news.
I spent the rest of the day putting up the last of the decorations, not really in a Christmassy mood. I idled away on Facebook. I made progress in the house tidying.
I phoned the Vet. Wash had come round from the anaesthetic, his temperature was OK, he'd eaten, he was awake. I left the house immediately to go and see him.
He was fast asleep when I got there. I burst into tears when I saw him, relief I guess. He stirred but didn't wake up when I stroked him. I texted DH. I was going to attach a photo but decided against it..
