|"YEAH! We're going to school!!"|
His day took a curious turn when breakfast never came. Then there were the premedication injections to prep him for surgery. He looked so worried, even for Fenway with his perpetual furrowed brow. I know he wondered why I was allowing all this to happen. I had to be stoic and strong. The last thing he needed was to pick up on my own anxiety. I think I pulled it off like a ninja. I bet my coworkers would disagree...
|Prepping for surgery|
His surgery went well, thanks to his brilliant Doctor! It's a strange feeling to put something you value so much in someone else's hands. I guess that's why they call it "trust". My coworkers were great, laying out a special rest and recovery area for my Fenny-Fenny-Foo-Foo (just one of his many aliases).
|Try as I might to keep him warm, he wanted to turn onto his back - his favorite position!|
He was a bit "lowdog' for the rest of the evening, but eventually ended up finding his place by the window, my Happy Sundog. Most likely trying to find his lost huevos and dignity.
|"Please. No pictures"|