My little guy 'Oliver' went in this morning for his neutering...ouch! I felt terrible and sad dropping him at the vet's this morning. He couldn't eat this morning and of course I felt bad about that too. He knew, as I'm sure most animals do, that something was coming. He was whimpering in his travel crate and I just let him lick my hand while I talked softly telling him he would be okay and home very soon. It's now 1:54 p.m. and he's been gone since 8:00 a.m. this morning. We miss our little guy terribly and can't wait to pick him up at 4:00 o'clock this afternoon. Being the new mommy that I am, I had to run out and get him treats and a new squeaky toy to play with when he feels better. I probably got more accomplished today not having to take him out every hour or so, but it is strange not having him home. He'll be home and feeling better very soon, but it really wears on your heart strings when your children or pet are sick or under the weather. Here is a photo of my 'Oliver', taken January 13, 2007 three days after we got him.
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