I ran into the hospital in my dirty, short, sleep shirt, with my swollen eyes and my crazy hair, and with my naked butt hanging out, and handed her off to the vet tech. Then I followed her back to the operating room and kept breathing for her while they tried to get a catheter into her tiny veins. She was still shocky but better. I'm probably in denial here thinking there's a chance that she might make it. They put her on oxygen, and we'll see...sadness. Think healing thoughts for Miss Fuzzums, please?
I believe that things happen in threes so I'm waiting for the third shoe to fall, shit...
Sorry for all the drama lately, I know it'll all work out. I have a lot of faith that holds my hand through the hard times and always gets me through, no worries : )
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