You guys rock.
What a roller coaster of a morning. Rob and I left for the vet this morning, and he was slightly in front of me. We got separated by some cars, and I couldn't see him anymore, and then when I got to the vet, he wasn't there. I suddenly had a panic attack that when he'd said "drive safe" he meant he was going straight to work and he wasn't going to be there, and I started crying because I need him with me because I always loose it when they knock Oscar out and it never gets less scary. Well, no, he stopped for gas and didn't tell me, and so I was pretty rattled when he finally got there.
Then we went in, the vet looked for a moment and said "huh. Well, I'm not sure I want to do anything. It looks too good. We flipped Oscar over (which he HATES, and he would growl if I was anywhere but making direct eye contact with him) and the vet looked closer and said "I think it's going too well on it's own. I think cutting anything at this point would only be a setback"
SO Surgery #7 is temporarily (at least, possibly permanently) postponed!!!!! I cried all the way home I was so happy.
I'd already shuffled my work schedule for the week, and with the brown outs and extreme heat, I'm going to stay home anyway, in case I have to evacuate the immune-compromised cats to an air-conditioned place. But for now I'm just going to snuggle with my boy. Well, and let him play with his new Quado
(which he loves) while I read the new Karen Overall book