Well, I thought we were just going in for a mani/pedi this morning, but as with most things in life, it was a little more complicated than that. My poor bubbe has an abscess in his mouth that needs to be fixed, so he's going to have surgery on Wednesday morning.
I was doing just fine until the vet tech came out and said that they needed to see me back in the exam room. (Normally they take Stewey back and do whatever it is they do and return him to me freshly pedicured and happy to see me.) Today, though, I walked in to find him being cuddled by his favorite assistant with a look on his face that said "How could you let this happen to me?"
Good grief, Charlie Brown! I broke out into the ugly cry and practically had to be sedated.
So, if you would, please keep us in your thoughts these next couple of days. I'm sure Stewey will be fine...it's me I'm worried about! I will take him in on Wednesday morning at 7:30 and should be able to pick him up later that day so nobody will need to supervise me overnight.
Do you think they would let me crawl up on the table and hold him during the surgery?
Oey....they really should make pills for this.