Today Rumpy heads to the vet to have his teeth cleaned and the problem tooth removed. I’m so glad.
And I’m worried.
I always worry when there’s anesthesia involved.
I worry about complications with the extraction.
Or problems that might arise as he heals.
What if he doesn’t come home?
Then I tell myself I’m being silly. Rumpy will be fine, and soon he’ll be back to his old self, running and romping and enjoying all that life has to offer.
But for now, I’ll worry.