Kitteh Nooz

[nebris]

~I'm just finishing my breakfast cycle. Then I'll suit up and take Buckethead to the vet for x-rays and chit. If his chest is clear and there's no growth beyond his foot, then he'll go under the knife Sunday.

My whole body is taut, pulsing uncomfortable, like a mild anxiety attack. But I seemed okay until I started thinking about the 'practical details' of a post-amputation situation – feeding him with a collar still on, keeping said collar on for any length of time, etc – and I just fell apart, started sobbing like a baby. *sigh*

I feel this grief in my very bones. I don't know what else to say...