photo by me

I think, sometimes, I don’t realize how much of my life is centered around Dakota. I don’t realize how much time I do spend on his care, on loving him, and on just talking to him.

This morning, as I readied for work, he could tell something was up. He was pacing and shaking. He was nervous.

I wonder if he was reading that from me.

I was having a hard time not crying while I got ready for work.

Today, Dakota had to go in for a teeth cleaning.

I know, I know. It’s relatively minor. But because he’s 10, they have to take extra precautions. That includes putting him under anesthesia. It includes giving him IV fluids. I mean, this is like surgery.

And we all know that the moment anesthesia is used, risks go up.

So, of course, being the worry-wart that I am, I start imagining the worst.

What if this was the last time I saw him alive? Him: shaking, whining a little, wondering why he’s going into a metal cage. Me: begging the vet to take care of my baby and telling Dakota that I’ll see him at the end of the day.

It’s silly, I know. But I am fond of the little guy and it would break my heart if something happened to him.

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Update: Dakota is okay. He is having spotting bleeding this morning. He had 8 teeth removed. He also won’t let me remove the bandages from the IV. He doesn’t look like his normal self but I think he’s just hurting a bit. He’s on anti-biotics and I’ll give him an aspirin later when I get home from work.