CARRYING A FOOTBALL

Kevin says to Momo the triumphant:

"Why are you carrying a football?"
It is a joke, one of his better ones. I laugh as I stare at her stomach. She has about 30 or more neat stitches cutting a line down her newly shaved pink belly. In addition, she has a shaved patch where her IV was plugged in, and another shaved circle on her side, where the pain patch was. She went through a lot. Dr. Kassam, her vet says "Now Momo only has 8 lives left!" (That joke's not so good). He says it was a miracle. He says he thought they would lose her. Turns out she had a very bad stomach infection and there was fluid all up in her insides. They drained her stomach, her intestines, and flushed it all with saline. They sewed her back up.

The next day, she's already much better. She is energetic, alert and hungry. My sister goes to visit her. She wants out of the cage. The staff at the vet hospital fall in love with her.

Now she's home. She's a bit tired and she keeps looking at her stitches like they're wrong. Sometimes she tries to lick the threads or chew them. They are some kind of plastic, no? We don't care. We are so happy to have her home. Momo the triumphant. She's absolutely beautiful.