Monday is the day. I wasn't going to blog about it because I didn't want the whole world to know what a dork I am.
I have scheduled, rescheduled, rescheduled again, and finally the date is set. I am mostly comfortable, but still nervous for her. I mean, I know in my brain she will be fine. Spays are routine, the vet knows what she is doing. I trust her. But it's Pixel. My dog. I am really good at comforting other people, and assuring them that the dog will be fine. Not so good when it comes to myself.
I am sure she'll be okay. But it wouldn't hurt for all of you to tell me so.
*photo by wendy