Today I had a surgery appointment for the Flying Dutchman. His ulcer like me at all and I had struggled through me to have it removed. Sue me drove as against 14 clock in the animal hospital. First time was there is an investigation and the doctor also said that at all not see well out.
I had the cat in there and went to work. Obscure enough, the forwarder is right next to the animal hospital, so I was not 100 meters away from him. The Flying Dutchman is now so old already over 17 years and an anesthetic is quite risky at that age. It was agreed that the hospital would call me if something is. As I sat at work and trembled beside my phone ... but no one called. At about dreivertelfünf I had somehow felt he'd's behind. At six I called. "He survived it," said the chick on the phone.
I left shortly before 8 from the work and ran over to the animal hospital. Mei, I noticed a sigh of relief when I saw Katerl! By taxi, we drove home. 
The wound looks bad! As the doctor had said: You have had it cut very large area, but now everything is removed. In 10 days I have to back down, can pull the strings. 
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