Parting is not easy

I dropped PC off at 6:30 this morning. All I kept thinking about was my little boy in some crate, all alone and scared. He has no idea why he is there and probably thinks mama abandoned him. He was happy when the vet tech came to say hi, but not too happy when she tried to lead him away from me. I had to walk with him or he wouldn't budge. When he realized I'm no longer following, he stopped, had a look of panic on his face, and tried to come to me.

That's when the waterworks started. Now I'm just waiting for that phone call. I probably won't be able to wait and will end up calling them before they call me. I don't know how I'm going to sleep without him tonight, his snoring is music to my ears. It's going to be a very long day.

Fingers and paws crossed that everything goes well today.

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Update:

So the vet called about a half hour ago to say that he is out of surgery and doing well. The procedure went well, but he didn't react well to the anesthesia. They also found that he has an elongated soft palate and everted saccules, which is also known as brachycephalic syndrome. Basically, his airway is always partially obstructed which is why he breathes so heavily, randomly vomits foam and is always panting. We'll have to deal with that at a later time and are just happy he's ok. One thing at a time, right? I pick him up tomorrow and can't wait to see that beautiful little creature. Hopefully he's not too mad at me for taking him to the hospital!