“Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness; know that, like life, things sometimes must fade before they can bloom.”

Mama kitty (who I have a tentative name for, by the way) was spayed yesterday. They found three kittens. One was dead, the other pretty much half-absorbed, and the only living kitten was too premature to survive. This was not a surprise, but I still grieve.

She came through the surgery really well. The best part is that she’ll never have to go through this again, and hopefully in a few weeks she’ll find an amazing family where she’ll be pampered and cherished for the rest of her life. I can’t wait to see that happen. She has been such a brave girl through this whole ordeal and I think she’s handled it better than me.

I’ve set her up in the bathroom in the kitten pen so she can’t jump while her incision ¬†heals. The vet says it will take about two weeks. She’ll be on pain meds for a few more days and antibiotics for the first weeks. The only thing I have noticed with her is that her sides are tucked in. I suppose that makes sense, give that kittens and an enlarged uterus full of fluid were removed from her yesterday. I tried to get a picture to show what I’m talking about, but it doesn’t look as pronounced in the pictures.

I will continue to update you on her progress, but I will suspect that it will be smooth cruising for her from here out.

These days I swear I’m seeing double.

Because we could use a little kitten cuteness today.