I'm sick in my stomach. I scared to death. My poor Izzy goes tomorrow morning for her spay. I've tried to remember everything that all the prior brave little ones went through. Izzy's food and drink has been removed from her so it's starting to feel real to me. She's getting pre-surgery blood workup, spayed, baby teeth removed and microchiped. She has no idea what is in store. I've insisted my DH take her to the vets so I can rush in at 5:00 p.m. to save her and rush her back home. Aren't I terrible?
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers Monday.

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers Monday.