Well, today is the day.

The day my Sebastian goes into surgery, inevitably pissed that he is at the vet yet again, and wakes up with three legs. I wonder what he will think. I wonder if he will wake up and think, why cant I stand? Why does it hurt? Why could I stand yesterday and not today?

It’s just so …shitty.

Here he is, this animal that trusts me. Trusts me to feed him and care for him and love him and keep him safe and I drive him to his doom. I know its all we can do.  He will come home once they deem him on his way to recovery and able to walk on 3 legs.

I would like to think in my head that this,  this is the last time. The last time I will ever have to worry about a pet, a child, a family member going into surgery. That this is the last time I will face a decision that will change someone who is close to me forever.

But it wont be.

And doesn’t it just suck to be the mom some days?

~Trisha