Fortunately for me there is a lovely theatre nurse who was on duty that day (hence me booking that particular day) and she knows Annie and always makes a fuss of her, so I knew she would look after her for me. I had a phone call from her at around 11 am and she told me she was fine and in recovery and she was sitting with her as we spoke, she had also made sure that Annie had a few (free) extras while in surgery to ensure she would be OK and recover quickly. She told me that she knew how much Annie meant to me and did not know who was the more worried at the time, me because it was my little dog, or herself because she knew she was responsible for her safe recovery.
Anyway things all went very well and I collected her at around 5 p.m. and had a big hug off my veterinary friend who looked very relieved, although she did boss me about a bit and made me lift Annie into my car because I was a bit scared of hurting her as I picked her up because she is so small and the operation cut seemed to be half the length of her tummy. I was told to keep her quiet and not let her jump up or run around because of her stitches, What? “have you ever owned a Terrier?” keep Annie quiet? “You must be joking” Anyway I did my best and tried to avoid her going mental and chasing the cat, kept her off the furniture etc. but you may as well try to knit fog!
She has since been back the vets for a check up and everything is looking good, she takes her pain relief medicine and that seems to work fine and she shows no sign of any distress, the stitches will dissolve on their own so after another visit next week she should be passed off as fit again. Her being speyed will make little difference to me as she was never really any problem, but hopefully it will be better for her over the coming years health wise.
Here she is trying to get some sympathy
& I'm sure Annie will be up & about in no time 
There never will be a calm day (ever!! 
