I love you, Felix
Uh-oh, I have a problem. I just have to be honest. I know we haven’t known each other for very long. And I know this is wrong. Very wrong! It goes against everything I’ve ever learned about doctor-patient relations, even from soap operas. But I can’t help it. I am in love. That’s right, Felix, I’m in love with you, and I don’t care what the people say. I don’t care what the stuffed animals say. I don’t care what your owner says (Okay, that’s not true. I do care very much what your owner says. I swear).
I love your tiny disproportionate ears and your stubby little tail, and the way your head slouches forward like you’re in dire need of militant Iyengar Yoga instructor.
I know you’ll just be here for a very short time, but that’s okay. We can cherish the time we do have together while you’re visiting the SARF Spa.
Oh, Felix, don’t be sad. Don’t stare down your snout at me with those little brown eyes of yours.
Come on, let’s go shopping for material for that new nose of yours. It’ll cheer us up.
What’s that? You want to give me another hug? Another one? Well, of course you can, Felix. That’s perfectly acceptable.