Leon had to go in for surgery early this morning. I'm at my wits end with everything that has been happening around me, but that's a completely different story. He somehow got ahold of and swallowed a sewing needle, with some thread attached. Another strike against carpet. When I get a house, it's damn well going to have wood or tile flooring. As soon as the x-ray was shown to me, before he even said a word, I knew exactly what it was and started bawling. That was one of my worst nightmares, along with getting hit by a car or kidnapped, since I've seen the damage needles can do to the insides if they manage to poke their way out. The thread attached was what was causing the irritation and vomiting. A good thing I think, because I wouldn't have known about it otherwise. Eventually I was able to calm down though, and made the decision to get him fixed while he was there. That was very hard for me to say since I knew it would cost more money and was sort of thinking about breeding him. In the end though I think this will be the better of the two choices. It's no big loss. I love him just the same.

So leon went in for surgery to get it out. It broke my heart to leave him there. Went in to see him prior to it and he kept trying to jump out of the crate to get to me when I had to put him back. Our vet, who was doing the surgery, said in the phone call I got around noon that he had a little difficulty finding it since it passed through his stomach and was then in the small intestine. But it was located. It was a good thing about the thread because the position it was in, while he was trying to pass it, it wouldn't have gone any further. The thread causing the irritation let me know it was in there in the first place so it couldn't go undetected and cause more damage.

He's doing fine now and I'll be able to pick him up tomorrow at 10. I plan to stop by the fair in kent on my way home, they have a booth there every year, to tell him thank you for everything he's done. He won't be in the office during that time because of it. I really wouldn't trust anyone else with my babies. Right now I'm going nuts without him, I want to walk downstairs, pick him up and bring him back up here with me. I want to give him a million hugs and kisses. And I keep having to remind myself that he's not down there and to wait patiently. My baby will be home soon.