What's going to happen is that I'm going to have to go on this bloody trip whether or not Frank is well enough, and somehow, I'm going to have to coordinate his movement from the kitty hospital in North Ryde to the cattery in Annangrove, approximately a billion miles away, and possibly back again. The whole thing is going to cost a fortune - it already has - and isn't covered by his pet insurance because he's too old. I'm just allowing myself to have a really good panic and weep about the whole thing right now.
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Date: 2009-02-07 02:40 am (UTC)