Many years ago, in 1998 to be specific, I had to go to the hospital and have surgery on my tummy. I was almost two years old.
I ate a plastic string that came on our newspaper. Daddy saw me eating it and tried to grab me. I ran under the bed while eating it as fast as I could. Mama took me to the vet. The doctors gave me medicine to make me throw up the string but it didn’t work. They were concerned that the string was too deep in my tummy. They had to open my tummy to remove the string and then stitch me back up.
Exhibit A – This is the string I ate.
After the surgery, I had to stay in the hospital for almost a week. Mama was very worried about me and she came to visit me on her lunch hours. Daddy wrote a poem on a tattered piece of paper that Mama saved:
"We love Lucy, our sweet little Goosey
Whose purr is as sweet as her fur
Although she is wild, she is still like a child
So do not despair because God heard our prayer
And soon she’ll be licking our hair "
I couldn’t go home until I did a poop. Mama anxiously waited for that poop. She’d never been so happy to see a poop in her life.
As you can see, many years later, my tummy is as good as new, but please remember, DON'T TOUCH!