We picked up Ella from the hospital this past Friday, Halloween Day. She was decked out in orange casts for the occasion, with a new bandage around her neck which is where they made the incision for the procedure. She was pissed as all hell at my husband and I -- she cried, shrieked and snorted and it wasn't excitement. This poor dog has simply just had it with hospitals -- with being picked and prodded and stitched back up again... and can you really blame her?
The weekend was a blur of care-taking and spoiling and getting her to trust that she was home again. By the end of the weekend after her surgeries we usually see an improvement in her recovery, and such was the case with this one.
The heart Dr. won't know for a couple of more weeks or even a couple of more months the success of putting the balloon in her heart. The hope is that it gets the heart pumping 60 - 80 percent more than it had been.
Ella's rediscovering our old routines and settling in back home again. It hasn't been easy, but one day, when she is trotting around outside with other dogs and smelling butts, this will all be worth it!
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