I took Jacob to the vet for his surgery. They said no food or water after midnight last night, and that I should drop him off between 8:30 and 9:00 this morning. To make a long story short, I took him in and it was only after I signed the forms (which I didn't even read -- apologies, pghwob) that they said they were keeping him overnight. Specifically, I signed the forms and asked if they had an ETA on when I might be hearing from them, and the answer was something along the lines of "we'll call you today and then he'll go home tomorrow or Saturday." When I expressed surprise, I was told that it was "major abdominal surgery" and that he would need to stay"at least" one night.
Did I mention that I am unhappy?
They let me talk to the vet (my vet this time, even though she's not the one who's been treating this particular problem nor is she the one who will be performing the surgery) who explained everything and ... well, it's not that it doesn't make sense, it's that I was so unprepared. Why did no one prepare me before today? I would have scheduled things differently. I would have braced, emotionally. As it is, once I left I called Dan at work to let him know that at some point during my next two scheduled shifts I would have to leave to retrieve Jacob. He was understanding, to be sure, but I felt like an ass for not telling him (or, you know, knowing about it) before now. And Dan just lost a cat a month or so ago.
Arrgh. Anyway, I'm sure there will be plenty of updates as this saga progresses.