even before we crawled into bed, i knew it was going to be a long night. lola is going in for five “procedures” tomorrow and my nurturing instincts are in full gear.
she’s getting spayed and while she’s under, the doctor’s going to pull a tooth, remove a portion of her elongated soft palate and enhance the size of her nostrils to increase her breathing capacity. all routine procedures with nothing to worry about or so i’m told.
needless to say, i’m a nervous wreck. anesthesia is dangerous for any living thing but especially so for “smashed face dogs” since they don’t breathe well to begin with. plus, i just feel so guilty sending her under the knife with no warning or preparation.
at the same time, it feels really good to love something this much. i know. i know. a dog is not the same as a child but for now, she’s the closest that mike and i have to a baby and we absolutely adore her so naturally, we’re worried.
all the while, she’s snoring away next to me without a clue what tomorrow brings. ah…to be so carefree!
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