Sunday night my mom was wondering where our cat Mikey was- I hadn't let him out & we hadn't seen him for a few hours. Sometimes he just wanders about the yard or neighbor's house for a bit, but we got worried when it got late.

So Mom went out to look for him and about 6 in the morning yesterday she found him in our neighbor's bushes and he couldn't move his back legs. It was pretty windy outside the night before so we think he either fell off of our neighbor's porch banister or he got hit by a car speeding through the neighborhood & pulled himself into the brush.

I was so worried yesterday at school I felt sick.

My mom & sister took him to the vet's yesterday morning & found out he had fractured his hip, either fractured or dislocated his ball-&-socket joint in his leg, and a few other fractures. Now we either get him the surgery he needs soon or we have to put him down.

They're taking him to the vet specialist this morning to get his surgery- I'm really scared for him. I know pets don't seem very important to some, but in our family, our cats are very much family members.

I hope the surgery goes alright. I can't stand losing another cat so soon.

I feel like it's my fault b/c I hadn't let him out and therefore didn't look outside for him- I thought I saw him earlier in the house.

I'm home sick from school today b/c I'm really sick, not this, but I was just worried.

I hope I don't lose him- he's already had surgery before, but it's still scary.
He's still fairly young- I don't think he's ready to meet Opie again- I miss him also.

EDIT: So today he was supposed to have his surgery- actually more than planned. It looks like his pelvis is disconnected or something from his spine, which means more time under the knife & layup.

That and the surgery is postponed- they figured out he has maggots now so they'll clean him up.

This is so nerve-wracking! I feel so guilty all the time & like I'm hiding something from my friends- I don't like talking about it at school, b/c that's kind of an escape.

Art helps, too. Working on a few things.

It hurts to see my Mom all worried, also. This kind of stuff devastates her. And I feel at fault so I feel like I'm doing it to her.

And then Dad gets home in a day or so- he doesn't want to get the surgery, so he'll be all mad when he comes back, even though he knows we're doing it.

I think it's worth it- the success rate and quality of life after this kind of thing are pretty good.

It's just surgery is tricky. I hope this all turns our alright.