Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Today, the dreaded event came. Charlie's doctor knew I would be sitting in the lobby until Charlie was out of danger. After a sleepless night (and all the physical symptoms that accompany dread), I took him in at 9:00. His doctor came out to tell me that the procedure was starting at 10:45, and he came out to tell me Charlie was fine around 50 minutes later. Still, I sat there for another half hour, just waiting to ensure that his recovery was going smoothly. I get to pick him up at 3:30.
I am still a nervous wreck. I have no energy from a sleepless night, and I can't bring myself to review beauty products until I bring my boy back home. I hope to be back tonight. I wanted you to know why I have been missing since last night.
Charlie is not a cat. He's my best friend (no offense intended to my human friends).
Update the day after: My sweet boy sends his love to all of you. He says he's thirstier than usual (they intubated him, so his throat is a little scratchy or sore). He ate well when he came home and says he feels pretty normal. Rather than writing two features for tomorrow tonight, I'm going to go sit with him and tell him he's a perfect cat. I wrote one feature and hope I won't disappoint you if I don't have time to write another tomorrow morning before work. I still haven't recovered from the stress (imagine basket case, taking Valium, but still feeling kind of sick, and you have me!). I saw the before and after tartar and gum photos, and I know I did the right thing for his long-term health - even though it almost killed me.
Photo source lost, but it's darn cute