I completely sanitized spooky’s corner for after he gets home from surgery. It’s likely going to turn into a more serious surgery than originally thought. We were originally dealing with a mysterious limp in his legs, and a testicular growth that was thought to be benign. All which was going to hopefully be fixed with getting him neutered. And then the vet sneaks the possibility of the “c” word in there, and additionally, she notices that in the time that we saw her last (which was a few days) spooky now appears to have a hernia, which will likely require them to cut open his abdominal cavity pretty far up and will be pretty invasive, depending on what herniated. Ugh. And we still don’t know if this will fix anything to do with his limping.
It is all very stressful but I know it could be much worse, and is much worse for some pet owners.
I’m just worried and don’t like that pets have to get sick and people have to get sick and it’s so hard to figure out what is wrong with them. :( all the unknowing is very stressful and i’m just so afraid of getting bad news.
if you could, send him good thoughts please! <3
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
—George Gordon Byron (via observando)
Claiming there is no other life in the universe is like scooping up some water, looking at the cup and claiming there are no whales in the ocean.