Our little girl is being spayed tomorrow. We're dropping her off at 8.30am and although I am pleased that she'll finally be able to run free in the park without worrying about amorous males, I can't help but worry. The worst thing is when we have to leave her alone at the vets, I hope she realises that we're coming back for her. She is oblivious about what's in store and happily chewing her bone, last night she had a bath in preparation for the big day. I hope she forgives us.
I'll let you know how she get's on but please keep her in your thoughts.