The new, dreaded "toilet seat" of shame!
OK furends, this is now getting serious. Check this out....
Other than them spelling our last name wrong, check out the price of my medicine! Mommy just about fell down. We had to go to a very special place called an Apothecary to get it. There are only 2 places in this area they can make this mixture. I have to start taking this special, liquid pain medicine tomorrow after my SURGERY!
I have to be there at 7:30am tomorrow for SURGERY! Can you stinking believe it? The Vet lady is very worried about my paw. She can't believe how big it is getting. They will knock me out and make some incisions in multiple places in my paw. They will drain what they can. They will do x-rays for foreign objects. They will take bacteria samples & multiple biopsies. Most likely will put in some drains. They will also be checking for any possibility of cancer. Vet lady said I have to wear this toilet seat so I can't get to my wounds.
Now you know why Mommy is crying. She is always scared when it comes to us having surgery. I keep telling her I'll be just fine, but you know how Mom's are. They worry themselves into a frenzy. Guess that's called L-O-V-E.
I'll be higher than a kite on the new pain killer medicine and will probably be singing Janice Joplin songs by tomorrow night. See, all will be jussssst fineeeeeee.
I know we've not been around Blogville in a long time because of all our family drama, but we sure would appreciate some more prayers and love. We know our furends have lot's to give.
All I can say is holy crap, here I go again......