I feel AWFUL. Let's face it, cats have a brain the size of a large pecan. Bonnie will NOT know why she's suddenly in a place filled with cages and other animals, smelling terrible "hospital" type smells, hearing loud noises, and be manhandled (she has to have an ultrasound) by people she doesn't know. And worse, WORSE, we'll be abandoning her for up to TEN DAYS.
Add to that, we cannot visit her, because she'll be radioactive, and nothing that goes with her can come back to us.
We've got her supplies all packed; food and snacks. The carrier is in the laundry room ready to go.
I'm sure the week will go faster for us than it will for Bonnie. But just thinking about her stuck in a cage in a strange place makes me feel terribly guilty and sad. Who will sit next to me in the evenings? Who will greet me from the bathroom vanity where she likes to plop during the night?
The things we do for love, eh?