Worry

My big old tub of guts, Joey, is still limping. He's experiencing soreness at the site of Saturday morning's rabies shot. And I hate it.

He's a very tender soul, my Joe. As sweet as he is, deserves only good things. Since he never goes outside, this shot was really not remotely worth the pain and upset this trip to the vet cost him. At times I wish I wasn't such a follow-all-the-rules/touch-all-the-bases kinda gal and had just blown off the village ordinance about vaccinations.