Well, I got to the vet's office at exactly 4 p.m. I was anxious to see my girl.
I paid the bill. They went back to get her with the crate I'd purchased. I had a blanket in it for her.
I waited and waited.
Then I watched as they came back down the hall without the crate, my heart doing flip-flops.
They asked me if they could keep her overnight. I asked if anything was wrong. I'd called and they'd said she was okay.
They said she seemed to be in a lot of pain, and didn't seem to want to be moved. That when they reached in to get her, she tried to bite them. And they really thought it was best if she had a little more time there.
I was so looking forward to seeing her. And I hate that she'll be alone tonight.
They said to call in the morning. I guess I looked like the bottom fell out because the older lady who works there came over and hugged me.
They asked if I wanted to see her, and of course I did. But I knew it would upset her, so I said no.
I walked out the door and burst into tears. I cried all the way home.
It would have been different if I'd called and they'd told me this. But I was expecting to see her. I'd told Charlie I was bringing her home.
I hope she's okay tonight. I told Charlie we would just have to wait a little longer.
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