My big, old, gloriously trusting and loving tomcat Joey had dental work today. He is approximately 10 years old, and this was the first time he's been under anesthesia since he was a kitten. I was a nervous wreck, waiting to hear how the procedure went and eager to get him back home. He came through it well, but he's still groggy and woozy and completely uninterested in food, water, or the other cats. I'm exhausted.
I don't think I'm cut out to be a mother. If taking my cat to the vet for dental work traumatized me, imagine how hard the first day of school, or swim class, or driving lessons, etc., would have been for me.
