My baby had to go in for an operation today. Nothing huge, but she's got to have some of her front teeth removed. I just can't stop thinking about her, and wondering how she's going. And of course, worrying. I know that the vets are professionals and they know what they're doing, but I just can't help it. I love her to bits. I get to pick her up tonight after work, and I'm staying busy, but the hours just seem to be dragging. It makes me wonder what I'll be like if I ever have kids - I think I'd be such a worry wart!
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