Vince talked to the vet and Rita is fine. Surgery went well. She’s awake! She’s spending the night there and we can get her mid-day tomorrow.
Of course, I cried again. Seeing a pattern here? It has to stop!
Vince: Are you crying?
Me: I don’t know!
Vince: Rita doesn’t know her eyes are gone. She won’t have headaches and have to drops in her eyes three times a day. She’s going to be much better off.
I just feel so bad that she had an awful life before we found her, lived out in the woods for at least a week, and then we had to have her eyes removed. I know – she’s already blind and her eyes caused her pain but still . . that seems so cruel and inhumane. I hope we never have to go through this with a pet again.
OK . . I need to stop whining. She is going to be better off and it’s probably something we should have done years ago.
Tomorrow is a new day, right? Maybe there will be no tears tomorrow but if I were a betting person, I wouldn’t bet on it.