Sweet Thing

I went to pick up Sophie from the vet yesterday, and it was very entertaining. I started talking to the girl at the front desk, and she asked me if I was Sophie's mom. I said I was, and she responded by gushing about how sweet she is. Then someone else entered the room, and she said,"Are you talking about Sophie? She is so sweet!" They told me all about how she would try her best to get everyone's attention when they walked past her cage, and she was very spunky, and doing very well for all she had gone through. Purring, stretching, rolling on her back for a belly rub... Every now and then, as we continued to talk, others would enter the room, and they all would say the same thing. "Are you talking about Sophie? She is so sweet!" It's funny how something so silly can make you feel proud. It was almost like they were talking about one of my kids.
And she really is doing remarkably well. You wouldn't even know she's had surgery.