I know some people who don't understand my love for my dogs... and I know some of you completely understand. My dogs are my fur-babies.
My eight year old lab went to the vet this morning to have a couple of lumps/tumors removed. No idea if they're cancerous or not... but one in particular had gotten pretty big next to his hip... so I wanted to go ahead and get it taken care of.
Now this is the first time since he's been neutered that I've left him at the vet for ANYTHING. So I am a nervous wreck. I did call at lunch time to check on him and they said he did great and was in recovery and I can pick him up at 4pm. Which is great news. I am a little worried about once I get him home. His "sister" is a wild thing, so keeping her away from him should be an adventure and a challenge.
If you're the praying type, I'd appreciate your prayers. Cody is my baby and I hope to have MANY more years with him.