Today's the big day. And he so knew something was up this morning. He woke up extra sweet this morning, giving lots of kisses. When I made my breakfast, he gave me the saddest look because he didn't get his. I felt so guilty having breakfast knowing he couldn't eat. And then when it was time to go, he kept running away from me. It's like he sensed wherever he was going wasn't good.
They are all very nice at the vet's office, though, so I trust him in their hands. Plus he'll be healthier this way. But I still feel a tiny bit guilty taking his "manhood" away from him.
Wish him luck!