I dropped Mr. Z off for his surgery and it killed me to leave him. He was so scared. It didn't help that there were 3 or 4 large dogs there, barking loudly, smelling intensely of Dog.
The Z was also very hungry and thirsty, having had his food taken away the night before and his water taken away this morning. The sad sounds he was making were causing me actual heart pains in my chest.
Assuming he does ok, I get to take him home this evening.
Everybody cross their fingers and send juju. It's rare for a cat this elderly to make it through something like this, but we're taking the gamble because he can't live with his mouth pain. Me, I can't bear for this to be the last time I see him.