Dodged that Bullet...

Before Christmas, I made an appointment for Pebbles to get spayed. For those of you who aren't familiar with how Pebbles came into our lives, we got her when she was 7, and it has been something I've been meaning to do for quite some time, but finances and her health never really seemed to work out. So despite not really having the money to have it done, her ears had finally cleared up enough that she would be healthy enough to undergo the surgery.

She had two small mammary tumors removed and while removing her uterus it was apparent that she had the early stages of pyometra (uterine infection). If we hadn't had the surgery done, she would have dropped dead within the month.

I'm glad Pebbles is back home. Even if she is mad at me.