Today is the day that Bella is going to be fixed after two failed previous attempts. I think she is trying to get out of it. The first time was canceled due to her going into season the day before her surgery. I just looked at her and said " Are you serious, right now." She ran off with her tail a waggin. The second time she became ill and couldn't have it done. We all still think she was faking it
. Well that brings us today. So, far so good. Except for me, I am freaking out. I have to be at work at 6am, so I don't get to take her to the vet. I have all these thoughts running through my head of what can go wrong. One of those being they don't do the right surgery. I have went over and over with the daddy. Ok I even gave him a copy of the list estimate and told him this all that is allowed to be done. Please tell me that I won't be like this all day. I feel the tears coming already....this won't be good at work. How did one 2lb furbutt take over my heart so fast. Geesh what a day.