Even though we feel like super crappy fur-parents for putting her trough this pain, we have convinced ourselves it’s all for the better to have Malha sterilized.


So with a heavy heart, hoping and praying she will not turn into our biggest fear; change into a fat, untamable curl-bomb (because the hair of Cocker Spaniels will chance after they have been sterilized), no longer the sweet innocent happy little pup, no longer placing daddy’s cuddles above all and everything, and that she won’t forgive us.


Thank God we both have therapy….


So there she was, heavily sedated, but adrenaline rushing through her little body keeping her on her toes. She just wouldn’t go to sleep. As soon as we gave the impression we’d leave, she opened her eyes, stood on her wobbly little legs and tried to walk out the door with us. And the one who certainly wasn’t on her nice list anymore, was the vet himself. She wanted to keep an eye on his every move.


This wasn’t helping us feeling good about the decision we made at all. But we left…. Accompanied by a huge lump in the throat.



When we got the call to pick her up, they waited to wake her until we arrived. They felt it would be better for Malha, waking up with us by her side. So she would be less stressed out if she could smell us, and feel our strokes and hear our voices comforting her. And it did.



Kuzco gave her a warm welcome, and then let her be. She wobbled to her bed, and stayed there half asleep for the rest of the day. She was totally out of it, even her proud little palmtree ponytail was to exhausted to stay up. Because she softly moaned and cried every now and then, we changed frequently in comforting her, which comforted ourselves just the same.



This morning we went to see the vet just to be safe, because she lost a little blood, and was still moaning of pain, crying a lot, shivering, and her temperature was below normal. Thank God all was physically well, so now she has to stay calm for at least 7 days. No running, no swimming, no crazy fun activities, and only leashed walkies. This will be somewhat of a challenge…



I’ve stored the ball pit far away. It has become something a habit for Malha and Kuzco to have a little crazy-fun-time with Ramon, after dinner.




And ever since we bought the ball pit, there is no stopping Malha.



Better think of some low level, but still crazy fun games to play. Because she will need to, especially when she is not allowed to even stretch her legs, waking up the birdies, and disturbing their breakfast worms, on her morning walk.



It’s only seven days-it’s only seven days….