Even before we stepped out of the vet’s office, the muggy nighttime air blasted me at full force. Not that it did much to soothe the racing thoughts in my head. Though the vet and I discussed our options during the exam, it still left me in a saddened, disoriented haze.
Think, girl! Get it together! If you can’t do that for yourself, then do it for Sunny.
Sunny. Rescued from our local shelter four years ago this past May. A watery smile was all I could muster for her as I watched her get comfortable on the blanketed front seat of my Honda Civic. I wouldn’t look so pathetic… if it weren’t for that lump under her jaw.