We arrived at the hospital for check-in at 8:00 a.m., and I started to feel like I was going to have a full blown panic attack or pass out. The receptionist kindly offered to let me have a moment with Munch in a private room prior to taking her back to prep for surgery. I went into the room and stayed strong. I didn’t want Munch to feed off of my emotions and tense up. I just kept thinking to myself, “Am I doing the right thing? Should I just run out of the hospital with her before it’s too late?” We spent about ten minutes alone, and then it was time. Here’s a short video and the last photo I will ever have of her right front leg. RIP cancerous limb.
Our surgeon recommended buying newborn onesies to protect Munch’s surgical site since it’s uncovered without a dressing in place. I went out with my mother (Munch’s grandma) and her best friend to a couple of baby stores and gathered an adorable wardrobe for my fur baby’s recovery. Luckily, they are both in the fashion industry and were able to make alterations to fit Munch’s needs. Our size selection ran from ‘newborn’ to ‘3 months’:
Hello! This is my first post with my husband, and we’d like to introduce our fur baby, Munch. She’s a five-year old black exotic shorthair living in Los Angeles, CA. She also has an 11-year old brother named, Monster. He will make appearances on this blog as he is a part of her life and loves her very much. Here’s the beginning of our story: