My girl...

Bella is my girl. I wanted her for so long. I even dreamed about her. Day dreamed that is. That is another story. Then I finally got her. I wanted to breed her. She was so pretty and sweet. Then I decided that I must have been crazy when I thought I would breed her. So, we never did have her spayed. Today is her day of surgery. Sullivan, Blue and I dropped her off this morning. She was so happy to go for a ride. Sullivan did not want to take her. He kept telling me that she didn't need to go to the doctor. It was so sweet. When we walked into the vet office she was happy to see another dog and then I guess she smelled where she was and started jumping on me as if wanting me to hold her and then stayed right up under me feet. When the lady took her back she tried to head for the door. It was sad. I felt terrible leaving her knowing she would feel terrible later. As we walked out Sullivan wanted me to carry him. I told him he was a big boy and didn't need to be carried. I noticed that he had his head down. So, reluctantly I picked him up and asked him if he was OK. He burst out into tears sad to leave Bella. He loves these dogs so much. He tortures them but he really does love them and they love him. They really are a part of our precious little family. Now, how will I ever keep the excitement at bay when we bring Bella home today???