I told the doctor how Einstein has separation anxiety and that he would start whining, barking, licking the door and being a freak as soon as I left. She said, “Yes, we all remember him from last time. Don’t worry, we’ll give him the ‘happy juices’ as soon as you go.” I thought to myself, “it’s me with the anxiety right now.” Apparently, they don’t give ‘happy juices’ to the pet owner, just the pet.
Dropped off Einstein for surgery #1 this morning.
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