I'm really nervous about Harley's surgery, he's 15 years old. I keep flashing back to when I had to put my Siamese cat, Brandy, down. That was over 15 years ago but I still do a hard cry over that. As I was standing in the vet's exam room Saturday, and they took Harley in the "back" to do blood-work, the flashback really smacked me in the face. I haven't been able to shake that since. I know Harley's surgery is minor, compared to others but the thought of somebody inducing unconsciousness to my little guy is getting to me.
He's been with me since I rescued him at 3 weeks old. I fed him with an eye dropper - he used to sleep inside my shoe (he likes danger). We have moved across state lines six times together, traveled over 23,000 miles together, I've held him in my arms endless times, and he has lifted me out of the dumps all the same. I've protected him his whole life and the thought of me not being in there with him during this surgery is also driving me nuts - on the other hand, I couldn't stand the sight of him laying their helpless on a table, "chemically asleep".
I have to keep telling myself that he NEEDS this surgery to keep him comfortable and HAPPY!
This is DaCanon blasting off!