Poor Ivy is still at the hospital. I went over around 7:00 PM tonight. Everyone was busy, and treatment was taking place in proximity to Ivy, so I was asked to come back.
Fine. Enough time to run over and try and help my friend Harold, who had crashed Windows 98 while installing the latest DirectX. I couldn't help.
I got to Ivy about 8:00 PM. It was a good visit. Ivy came out wearing one of those cones they put over dog's heads so they won't touch sutures or IV tubes. She wasn't panting. Her breathing seemed normal. This is a very good sign.
Ivy ate 1.5 pieces of American Cheese before turning away. That's her norm when she's full.
She has heart troubles. The ultrasound tonight showed that... and it had been expected earlier. But, more than likely, medication will control her problems.
We will all be happier when Ivy returns. Maybe tomorrow.
