I'll tell ya, when the sun went down, so did my spirits. The mind is a powerful thing; it can be your friend or foe. During the day I was telling myself that Puddy is healing, she's in good hands, she'll be home soon...But as soon as dark set in, my mind allowed negative thoughts to take over and now I'm scared. Last night I slept well due to exhaustion. Tonight I'm gonna miss my bunkmate. I have a high bed and she's so little that when she jumps up, she always lets out her karate yell first. Then she gives me head bumpies (a hint that "I'll take my noggin noogie now, Mom"), then she settles in, reaches up to touch my face w/her paw and gets the motor runnin'. Her purr is so loud that sometimes I have to tell her to go to the bottom of the bed. Sigh. I want so badly to hear that purr. I know that I'm getting myself down; I thought that if I saw it in print that maybe I'd smack myself out of this funk. So please forgive me for my rambling. I just don't like thinking about my little Puddy w/a big incision and alone w/out me to hold her and give her noggin noogies. On the other hand, Dr. Feeman told me that I was right to insist that Dr. Lee operate last night because he knows that she wouldn't have lived until Monday. There. I guess I smacked myself upside the head.
Blessings,
Mary
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