slydyke

So Twix had his operation today.
I didn't think I'd get so emotional about it, but I've been bursting into tears just about the whole day. And I called my grandpa and he said just about the worst thing he could have and I ended up just crying and not really able to talk and he said he was sorry for saying that I should have let Twix die, and that he would help with the bill. So now I've got happy tears instead of just worried and freaked out tears.
And I taked with the doctor and the operation took longer than he thought it would, because the cyst had grown arround a clump of nerve endings, so they kept him under anestesia for an hour, and when they were closing him up he stopped breathing and his heart stopped, too. But they resusitated him, and now they are keeping him overnight in an oxygen tank.
I keep worrying about the money, then feeling like... I don't know the right word... selfish? like I aught to be releived that he's alive, not worried about money.
I know it's all gonna be okay in the end, but I'm still upset that the whole thing happened in the first place. None of the other rats I've had ever had a problem like this, they all died of old age. 'course none of the other rats were as friendly, or had as much personality as Twix does.

So the doctor is going to call me tomarrow with an update.
And I'll update here, too.

P.S. Thanks for all the well wishes!