I'm feeling miserable today, but not as miserable as my sweet baby gangster. Roxie was spayed yesterday, and today she's looking at me with such betrayal that it's breaking my heart. She doesn't understand why I took her away from home and let somebody hurt her. She's walking around with her tail dragging. She looks so small and frail and damaged right now. I can't stand to see her like this, even though I know it's both temporary and necessary.
I HATE this part of kitty motherhood.
Laurie
