R.I.P.

I have the cutest little dogs. I have wrote of them before. We have been having issues with them wanting to mark everything in sight when we take them on walks. So the vet said that getting the fixed would help with this. So we talked it over.

Our dogs are very much a part of our family. I hate thinking of doing something to them that would cause them pain. But, finally decided it was best. Monday we called and made their appointment for the next day. I am a bit nervous but figure it will be ok.

We get there and the first thing I see is a bunch of cats that this one woman was bringing in to get fixed. My dogs have never seen a cat. They go nuts. I swear we are going to have an issue on our hands but my boys calm back down. We fill out the paper work and turn over our little guys to the woman who is going to take them to the back. Then the weirdest thing happened. I started to cry. Don't laugh!

Our dogs have never spent a night away from us since we got them. So to have them spend the night somewhere strange after surgery had me worried for them. All night long I talk about how strange it is to not have them at home.

We go to pick them up at 7:30 this morning. They bring out my little men and show me the sites where the surgery was done. I was pretty shocked to see that the skin where their manly parts use to be was still there....just empty. Ewww!

I had read somewhere that a company makes implants for dogs after they have those parts removed....maybe we should do this so they don't feel weird. But, my partner refused.

So...a moment of silence....for the little items that brought so much joy to my little guys. R.I.P. puppy balls.