Poor Buttercup

Buttercup went in today for what was supposed to be a simple pin removal on her left knee that she had surgery on back in April.

It turns out there wasn't actually any pin there. My vet - who's name I'm not going to mention in this post because the post doesn't sound happy - had said that Buttercup wasn't doing very well possibly because the pin he inserted during her surgery in April was partially coming out - he could feel it sticking out - and it could be causing her some discomfort - so that was something we might want to think about doing - removing the pin. It'd make her more comfortable.

So when I was picking Daisy up from her surgery last week - I set up Buttercup to come in and have the pin removal - in humans it's a pretty easy surgery - a little incision, and then it's basically like pulling a nail from the wall - bada bing bada boom - it's done.


I get a call around 1pm from my vet - they took an xray - it turns out there's no pin in Buttercup's knee - but her knee cap is still really loose so he can go in and tighten it up - I say okay.


I call back at 3 o'clock and I can pick her up at 7pm - and it's awful - the incision is so much worse than in April. I feel so bad for her. In April I had said to myself that I wasn't going to get her right leg done because I didn't want to put her through that surgery again - and here I put her through it with the same surgery on the same leg. It's so amazing how a yes or no in one second can be so life changing.

Poor Buttercup