Well, it's here. I dropped my babies off at the vet at 8.20 this morning.
When we got there both of them had burrowed under the blanket inside the cat carrier, so it looked as though I was carrying an empty basket. "If we hide under this blanket, nobody will see us."
I'm glad the day's arrived, I've been worrying about it for a while, at least we can get it over with. And although I know they'll be fine, it's an op that the vet could do with a blindfold on and her hands tied behind her back - I still remember that the last time I left a cat at the vet I didn't get her back alive.
But although it was sudden and nobody thought Sophie was seriously ill, she was old and these are young, fit kittens.
I've got to ring at 1.00 pm and should be able to pick them up this evening. The house is very quiet and Raffles is wandering around like a lost soul looking for them. I'm off to do some wallpaper stripping (we're having a new shower room fitted) to take my mind off it.
I'm glad the day's arrived, I've been worrying about it for a while, at least we can get it over with. And although I know they'll be fine, it's an op that the vet could do with a blindfold on and her hands tied behind her back - I still remember that the last time I left a cat at the vet I didn't get her back alive.
I've got to ring at 1.00 pm and should be able to pick them up this evening. The house is very quiet and Raffles is wandering around like a lost soul looking for them. I'm off to do some wallpaper stripping (we're having a new shower room fitted) to take my mind off it.