When I got to the vet's last night, one of the technicians came out to talk to me. Rene is very dramatic, very over the top and I nearly swooned when she launched into a very vivid description of what they found once they opened the poor kitty's mouth.
First, I felt a cringe of pain, knowing Gussy had been going through this for months. Secondly, I felt like such a bad cat mom I expected Family Services to come pounding on my door. Thirdly, I wondered how much this was all going to cost me. They'd done three extractions and a root canal. (A root canal on a cat?)
As Rene waxed eloquent, my cell phone rang. It has such an obnoxious ring that I had to deal with it immediately. (For ages, I had "Claire de Lune" as my ring tone and every time it rang, I would think, oh, isn't that nice? Someone's playing "Claire de Lune". And never thought to answer my phone. But at least I don't have what the sales dude at work has - "My Humps".)
It was the vet, advising me not to come because Gus was just out of surgery and should stay the night (at no charge) if I was agreeable.
Rene told me she had settled Gus down on a heating pad, with an IV, and would be giving him pain medication that night and in the morning.
What else could I say but yes? As much as I know Mo Mo misses him - and throughout the day, Mo went around the house calling for him - I knew Gus would have a better chance to heal and feel better at the vet's.
So Gus will be home tonight. He will.
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Poor little Gussy, and poor you.
I have deep fear about what will happen if one of my kitties gets something serious but chronic when they get older, simply because I don't know if I'll physically be able to care for a chronically sick cat properly -- physically I mean.
Your kitties are extremely lucky to have you. Period.
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