When you have girlie dogs in your house, having them neutered (or spayed) is just something you have to do. It 1) stops them having puppies and 2) reduces the risk of breast cancer and avoids infection of the womb. The Blue Cross website explains this really well without being patronising and is to the point. It also explains about boy dogs being castrated.
Ben dropped them off at Tameside Veterinary Clinic this morning at 8 am. They are a lovely clinic who have always been very understanding with the many animals we have taken in there over the years, so I know they will be ok. But I cant help feeling we’ve left these little cuties unaware of what is about to happen, like I’ve betrayed them.
They trust us completely. They look to us for all their needs. They don’t doubt us when we take them somewhere that something is going to happen to them. So taking them into the vets where they will be put under anaesthetic, have surgery, wake up groggy with a shaven tummy, probably on a drip and a lamp shade on their head! That doesn’t seem like a very nice thing to do to someone or something that you know trusts you 100%.
But then I think about a dog we had many years ago. Her name was Kiri and she was a black German Shepherd. We had had her since a puppy, in fact I watched her be born as we had her mummy Todd. I must have been about 11 and my parents decided to let Todd have puppies. It was amazing seeing all 6 puppies born and an experience I shall never forget. One though, the first and the biggest took so long that he wasn’t breathing and me and my mum managed to get him to do so! He made up for it though and didn’t stop feeding! But when it came time for the puppies to go to their new homes, it was heart breaking! Where were they going? Who were the people who wanted to buy them? What kind of life were they going to have? Would they be safe? We had seen these gorgeous little bundles of fur born, been there when they had opened their eyes, watched them stumble around on their little stubby legs, given them their first solid food, then after all this had to let them go into the big wide world, never to see them again. So we kept one, the little all black one who I called Kiri.
I’m not going to go into too much detail about Kiri, I want to save that for another day. She deserves a whole post all of her own. But we didn’t ever have her spayed. We just never got round to it, and we managed it when ever she when into season (that was a mission too! But again, another post, another day). And she did after all live till she was 13 years old! But what she died of in the end was a result of her not being spayed. She developed breast cancer and within a week of us having it confirmed she was gone. My lovely, loyal furry friend was gone. That was 16 years ago and as I type this I have tears in my eyes thinking of her.
So Tilly and Willow going to be spayed today is for the best. As hard as it may feel to leave those two little trusting fur babies of ours in a place where they may be a little scared wondering what the heck is happening to them, the idea of them having puppies and them going to people we don’t know or places where we will never see them again, or the thought of a womb infection or contracting a deadly cancer is believe me far more heart-breaking and scary
than them having an operation that the vets do week in week out.