Tessa
Tessa goes to the vet tomorrow to have her teeth scaled and possibly a couple removed. I'm scared. And if you think I'm neurotic, I lost a dear cat, Sigi, in those circumstances; no one knew she had a weak heart. Tessa doesn't, but as the vet said, there's always a danger with any anaesthetic.
I'm off to bed early with her because she's already looking for the water she can't have till afterwards, poor little thing.
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