Worry & Distress

Okay, so I'm kind of freaking out.
Ralph has surgery tomorrow.
Standard unmanning / de-clawing surgery.
But it's still surgery.
I have to take him in before work and pick him up afterwards.
The standard.
I'm freaking out.
If something goes wrong, if they somehow malfunction, if he comes out deformed or gets an infection or can't use his paws.....
I'm dying here.
And he's being super sweet.
Nice kitty, way nicer than usual.
All purr-y and snuggly.
It's like he knows...
or he's hungry (since we can't feed him until after the surgery).
I know I'm freaking out unnecessarily.
I know they do this all the time.
But not to MY cat.

Everything better be okay.

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

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  1. It'll be ok. Have more faith in Ralph!

  2. Awww, thanks Wes! The Vet called to tell me he was a trooper and his surgeries went well. I get to bring him home this afternoon. :)