( Sometimes I break out into spontaneous singing of, " Oh Stanny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callllling..." His name lends itself well to jokes and nicknames, eh? This particular appellation also works when you're singing, " Can she bake a cherry pie, Stanny Boy, Stanny Boy...")
So we took Stan in this morning for his operation. Oh my word- I was unreasonably SAD to leave him! He was mewing confusedly on the way in and I felt so sorry for him. I have always sort of pooh-poohed pet-owners who treated their pets as if they were human...but I must say, I am becoming like that- more than I ever thought possible. I even signed him up for the extra $20 IV drip to make his recovery less painful. I wanted to hug him before I left, but he was in the cat carrier and the office was busy so I didn't feel that I had time to go through a pitiful, heart-wrenching farewell scene. Good grief, Claire- he'll be back tonight at 5:00.
Brad and I went out for coffee & breakfast after that and then went to Staples to look at office chairs. On our way home, I was saying how devastated I would be if Stan died in surgery today. Even now, the house seems too quiet without him. Then I had a great idea. The next time the neighbor kids come over to play with Stan and I don't feel like having company, I should greet them at the door with the sad news that Stan has passed away. ( MAN! My lying husband's bad habits are really rubbing off on me!) Brad took up this idea and ran with it. "Yeah! We could have this little mound in the front yard with a cross on it with Stan's name...Or better yet, we could tell them that THEY actually ran him over with their mini-van and didn't even know about it. We could get some food coloring and gray hair and make a spot on the cul-de-sac that looks like the scene of the accident...." Oh my word. We are SO awful.