Woody has his surgery today. I'm scared. Every time I do something with him I think "Is this the last time I'll do this with him?". Ugh. I hate it. I can't bear to think this is the last morning I might pet his head, hold his big, soft, floppy ears in my hands, or take him for a walk. I have to believe he'll be okay. Short of cancer he will be fine. I have to believe that possibility is remote. I pray it's remote.
Awwww what a sweetie. I hope last night was a better night for all of you. I hope he's not in too much pain. poor guy.
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