So Wednesday was Simon's big day and everything went great. I dropped him off in the morning and I was fine until I had to read the form talking about complications and then check the box saying I approved any necessary life saving measures if something went wrong, that kind of freaked me out. Luckily the vet called around 12 to tell me everything was fine and he was waking up.
Kailey went with me to pick him up so that I could hold him on the drive home and they told us all about how adorable he is and how he was charming everyone in the office. That's my baby. Also, we're pretty sure they thought we were a couple. We get that a lot actually, especially when we lived in a one bedroom, either that or people think we're sisters. sigh.
Anyway... He was pretty stoned that night, it was kind of adorable, and Zoe couldn't stop sniffing his breath so apparently he smelled different missing a tooth.
I'm glad we got it over with and everything went well and now he is all fixed. I'm not sure how Simon feels about it but he seems to have forgotten about it completely and I feel like (given the choice) he would totally go through it all again if it means he gets wet food for four days. He LOVES it, it was even more important than seeing who knocked at the door and that is saying something for him.