I know it’s ridiculous, I know it’s a standard operation but I cried dropped her off at the vets.
I lost my 11 month old girl last year very suddenly after several trips to the vets, I had to rush her to an emergency vet in the middle of the night and she didn’t come home, I posted at the time under a different name. I think that’s the reason for my extreme worry today.
I have asked them to call me when she’s out of surgery and I can collect her at 4pm but I know I’m not going to relax until I get that call.
How do these furry little dictators make us love them so much?