Day at the Clinic

Took Otis to the vet today- and who knows how he'll deal with being kept there, my dear timid little boy. He was down to about 17 pounds, dehydrated, we expect him to need surgery. They'll do x-rays and possibly exploratory to see what he's ingested. My sewing room s off limits to everyone but me or others who wont eat things like string and rubber bands, bits of tulle and yarn. God, Otis! I am so worried, sick with anxiety. I work today, so I don't know if it's good or bad that I'll have to think of something else...probably good. No one slept last night, what with all the barfing and worries.