This morning I had to drop Mitchell off to get some minor surgery on his leg. He had this abcess that was beginning to bother him and the vet said it was time to cut it off and send it to the lab to be tested. So, 400 dollars later I drop off the old man.
I’m not much of a crier and I don’t get teary eyed all too often. But straight out of some emotional scene in a John Hughes movie, as the vet tech was taking mitchell back to the O.R. he ran back to me, lept up, and threw his front paws on my shoulders to give me a hug.
How can you look at that face and into those eyes and not get emotional? Well, I guess if you’re a cat person or hate dogs or have no soul. Soulless chumps.
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October 19th, 2005 at 7:25 pm
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October 19th, 2005 at 9:05 pm
Mitchell used to be my daytime TV buddy, I hung out with him more than my roomates.
October 19th, 2005 at 11:24 pm
I teared up just reading that.
October 20th, 2005 at 2:20 pm
i HATE taking my dog to the vet. she always does the claws-scraping-into-the-floor-please-don’t-let-them-take-me look. it rips your fucking heart out.
October 20th, 2005 at 4:17 pm
monkey! how i wish i had been there for the group hug.
October 25th, 2005 at 11:42 pm
if I would have seen that scene in real life, or a movie, I would have teared up.