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Well Potter

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Well Potter is at the vet’s office having his surgery today. Lennie took him over this morning because I was early ranger. It was probably a good thing because I more than likely would have cried. I felt so bad for him this morning. We have our routine down pat and this morning it was all messed up and poor Potter just didn’t know what to think. I got up at 4:30 instead of 5:30. I took him for a quick walk and then had to lock him in the spare room while I fed Merlin and cleaned out his cage. Normally I do this while Potter is in his crate eating but seeing as he wasn’t allowed to have any food this morning I had to mix things up. He didn’t like it one bit. When I started getting ready for work Lennie was still sleeping. Potter kept running in and looking at him because normally Lennie is up before me and takes him on a long walk. Around 6 or so Lennie finally gets up and walks Potter. Most mornings after the walk Potter comes in and his food is waiting in his crate…well not this morning. He runs into his crate…no food. He runs into the kitchen…no mom. He runs back into his crate…still no food. He finally runs into the bedroom where I am putting on my work boots and looks at me with this sad face like, “Mom I think you forgot to feed me.” I knelt down and hugged him and rubbed his belly but quickly got up when I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Lennie usually leaves before me and Potter says goodbye to him from the window but this morning it was me who was waving to him.  Potter just knew something was terribly wrong. I know that this surgery will be good for him and that after today this will be the last of all the poking and prodding. Well except for getting his stitches out. But I just keep seeing that sweet face behind the bars at the vet’s office and him thinking he was abandoned yet again. How alone and scared he must be. My poor little baby. That is why I hate that they are keeping him over night.  I want to run over there after work, scoop him up and take him home where he can recover and gets lots of hugs and snuggles. Everyone keeps telling me that he will be so doped up that he won’t even know that I am not there. But that hasn’t done anything to make me feel better. Potter just has a way of infecting your heart.

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