guiltyred

Took Sami to the vet this morning for her spay. I really stressed over this, even though I've gone through it several times before.

I think it's because she really -- *stops typing to answer phone: it's the vet, she's doing fine!*

Okay, NOW I can relax.

Anyway, as I was saying, this was extremely stressful. She'd been through so much already, and was just starting to act happy here. Taking her to the vet for surgery really didn't make me happy. Having her go into heat wouldn't make me happy either, though, so it had to be done.

I think it was so hard for me because, of all the cats we've known since moving in with Romy, only our old Meow Meow and his son Pye were really bonded to me. Emily was Romy's, Wiley loves EVERYbody, and Beanie is definitely a mommy's girl (aka Romy's cat), while Syrius is the aloof one. Herme bonded with Romy, and Sami...bonded with me. It was so strong and so unexpected that it's been making me a little overprotective of her.

Meow Meow came into my life shortly after losing my mom, and he stayed for a good 16 years. He watched over me when I was sick from working myself to death, he kept me grounded when I considered suicide, and he was one of the best cats in the world. He made it to Michigan, but age caught up with him too soon after. Pye followed him the next year.

Now, I fell in love with Romy and the cats (Wiley and Emily), but it hurt to lose my old family, and Wiley missed Pye something awful. When we adopted Beanie back in April 2000 (she's our milennium baby), she immediately bonded with Romy. If she's in the mood to be social, she'll hang out with me, but overall, I'm not her main person. And Syrius, again, is a cat's cat: sweet when he wants to be, but above us all in that uniquely feline way (literally above: on top of the cupboards, usually).

Then we met Herme and Sami, and, well, I think I've already said tons about that.

I'll probably call the vet this evening before they close and check on her, then we get to bring her home tomorrow morning. She's lost a little more fur, but we're kinda used to that. I'll try not to worry overnight -- they don't have a tech there after-hours, but they do go in at 7am, and the vet will check on Sami before releasing her.

How do these little furballs get into our hearts so easily? Are humans hard-wired to accept their love without question? Are they really little angels in fur coats, come to accompany us through life? Or are all cats players, skilled at knowing just what buttons to push to ensure a safe, warm home with tasty food on demand?

All of the above, I think. In any case, it works to everyone's benefit, so I'm not complaining.  ^___^