Today was the day for her spay surgery.
Not that the stakes are not infinitely high in any similar situation, but Puppy had to survive. How could it be otherwise?
No pressure, but Kelly and I had to do everything right, and pray that everything out of our control would go perfectly.
No pressure Puppy, but then you have to live a healthy, happy, very long life.
Everything went perfectly.
In fact, by faith or by folly, I am writing this the night before Puppy's surgery in the hopes and knowledge that everything will be just fine.
Puppy, have we told you lately that we love you?