I’m not going to lie, my anxiety is at out-of-this-world levels. Iacs is on the boat, as I type, and sailing home tonight, arriving tomorrow at 8 am.
His operation was successful, in as much as they got him to let down, did laser surgery and removed 13 tumours (yes, 13). Then Iacs had localised chemotherapy as well so the best has been done for him.
Iacs came out of all of this operation very well until he had an episode of colic yesterday. Anxiety ↑↑↑ 💣. I was pacing around the house, feeling sick with worry but knowing he was in the best hands and place. Daisy drove over 300 miles to give him a hug yesterday, which was lovely – sniff. I am sure he was thrilled to see her.
Today has been better and the vets have prepared Iacs for his long journey home (naso-gastric fluids and electrolytes just before his trip). I have the freight boat crew giving him sloppy feeds through the night while I climb the walls with worry. Every time the phone rings, I want to throw up or cry. Daisy and I have spent the day in our separate locations trying to keep busy. I believe Daisy even did housework!
I will collect Iacs from the docks tomorrow morning and I know everyone will be thrilled to see him home.
Meanwhile, Haakon has no forelock.
While Kolka has her’s.
And Mr Ducky has managed to get back in with Mrs Ducky #1 and her ducklings. I don’t know how he manages this but he has but all appears calm and far less fraught.
I am quietly hopeful things will remain like this but they are all under constant surveillance.
I will be happy once Iacs is home. Daisy and I can breathe out then but not before.