Jye told me as I was wiping at tears that I shouldn't cry, because it will make the vets think I had no confidednce in them, and then they will be so traumatised that they might attatch a tail to Bunyip instead of removing her nose. A dog tail.
Anyway, matcha_pocky came over to console me (alas, not in the method which is the only way to console a widow) with scabble, bad DVDs and samonella cake. I played scrabble for the first time (yes, it's true), while watching "There's something about Miriam". DDR was played, poorly. Salmonella cake is yet to be eaten. I think lunch is a good option.
Last night I was plagued by the bad dreams. I don't like dreaming about my cat being sick at the best of times, but when I wake up and realise that she's not there, it makes thinks a whole lot worse.
Anyway, hopefully she will come home today. We shall see, though.
And work still sucks.