Mom is vouching for another round of surgery for Kitsey. I don’t think it’s a possibility. I’ve been preparing myself all week for never seeing him again when I leave. If he’s put down when I’m away, at least I don’t have to be there when it happens. I don’t want to see him die, but if I were able to spend his last minutes with him there’s no question that I would do it.
Mom says that I’ve already dealt with loss this year and she doesn’t want me to lose Kitsey so soon after. I’m going to have to be strong and say out loud that I don’t think Kitsey should have surgery again. But first I’ll hear what the vet has to say, and what Dad thinks. I don’t want to have to say it out loud.