I’ve decided that I don’t like being a parent. A parent to a 4-legged child that is. OK. Maybe ‘don’t like‘ is a strong statement. More like, I don’t like it when my ‘child’ is sick.
Helpless does not come close to describing how you feel.
One of our cats fell deathly ill over the past several days. After numerous trips to the Vet, endless exams, and frequent diagnostic studies it was felt that surgery was her only option of recovery. So our poor little feline underwent an exploratory laparotomy.
I won’t give the gory details of the procedure or the findings… but the truth of the matter is I never knew how much I needed that darn cat until the very real possibility of her not being around surfaced. Now all I can do is hope that she recovers.
My wife, the infamous cat lady herself, is stressed. This cat is HER baby.
I need my couch buddy back….