I dropped Joy off in the morning at the vet, and I was supposed to hear back from them by about 1:00. I cried a lot as I waited for the phone to ring. Kevin was at school during the morning, and I was at home, feeling very alone. Kevin got out of school around 1, and the vet still hadn't called. I was a nervous wreck, crying and shaking and unable to think about anything but my kitty. Kevin called me right after his classes ended and asked if I wanted him to come over, and I said yes. He came straight to my house and let me cry in his arms. I could tell he was worried about Joy too.
It was another hour or two before the vet finally called. Kevin kept me company while we waited, and I did my best to retain some composure as I answered the phone. I held my breath as I waited to hear the results. The vet told me she did just fine, and that by using gas to knock her out, there were no complications. I finished my conversation with him, hung up the phone, and told Kevin that Joy was going to be okay. He broke down in tears of relief, and I cried with him too. I have never been more relieved.
Kevin and I both went to the vet to pick Joy up around 4:30. She acted kind of angry with me for the first few days after coming home, but after a while she went back to being herself. Her gums are almost completely healed.
The surgery cost me $900 in the end. That was pretty much the last of the spending money I had left to use. I've been a bit desperate about trying to gather funds in the past couple months since. As long as Joy is healthy, it will be worth it, but I'd be lying if I said that the costs of everything haven't put a lot of stress on me.
I'm just happy to still have my kitty. I know that I'll have to let her go someday, but I'm glad it wasn't so soon.