These past four months since we found out about Chester's accident have been gruelling. I cried for two days straight after that vet's appointment. 4 of those hours in the vets office tucked in a room devouring a box of kleenex. We've gone from "He has to be put down or get this surgery you can't afford." to "Maybe he can live with it, you just won't know when it will turn awful." to "We have to get this for him, I can't take the worry or his pain." to "He doesn't look good and we don't know how to save him." to "He can go home with you soon, just take care of that foot." back to "He has to be put down or get the surgery you can't afford." and finally now to "Get him the surgery and hope beyond hope that everything is fixed."
As we've been told about a million times in the last month, "we aren't out of the woods yet". But we'd never be this close to the edge if it weren't for all your guiding lights. There have been so many tears, so much worrying, so much "If Only"ing and so much hope. There's about to be a whole lot more of everything, but there wouldn't be hope if not for all of you.
I've spent so much time in vet's offices, on the phone with vet's offices and thinking about being in a vet's office and after the 8 hundred million questions, the only thing that has made me feel better is all of you supporting us. I don't know what I'll do if this surgery doesn't go well. Especially since I'll be on the other side of the continent, but I can't think about that. What's the point after all?
Gyan, Gyan's family, and I have worked and force fed and wrapped and soaked and loved and done everything possible for this little guy; you all have given everything you could as well. The vet's are doing their part. The only thing left is Chester's fight. He's a strong kitty and he's getting the best treatment we could give him, so it's all we can ask for. I guess I have to just leave it at that.
After all this, he has to make it. What kind of Cinderella story would it be if he didn't? What I'm trying to say is, thanks for being Chester's fairy god mother when we couldn't be. You got him to the surgery ball, let's just hope that this time at midnight everything goes back to normal for good. His two toed paw would be too small for a slipper anyway.