Yesterday was quite an ordeal for Pegs. No food from 8pm the previous night, anti sickness meds in the morning, taken to the vets, sedated, shaved, scanned, x-rayed, poked, prodded and 2 car trips. It wasn't over even when she got home. She ate a small amount of plain cooked white fish (aftercare recommendations), and the vet said to finish the anti sickness meds, so we had to give her a dose last night after all she'd been through that day.
No wonder she ran away and hid :p
This morning, apart from the shaved belly (which she keeps hidden, afterall most females don't like their nipples on display for all to see), she's more or less back to normal. Purring away very happily, and loving the rest of the fish.
This week has been pretty bloody awful tbh. I've tried to be positive, but late at night I couldn't help wondering what was wrong. Now I realise Peggy is fine, I can see how much this week has been good practice for anything that might happen in the future.