Leopold is at the vet.

I took him in today because I’m pretty sure he has a UTI.

They’re keeping him for a couple hours while they do a urinalysis.

Cleo is freaking out because he isn’t here.
I keep crying because naturally, I’m terrified that he’s dying and I’m never going to see him again.

I don’t know who keeps authorizing these ordeals to keep happening while I’m pregnant, but they need to knock it off. My emotional stability is at an all-time low.