5:50pm the evening before surgery Tomorrow we will be getting up at 5:30, leaving the house between 6 and 6:30am to drive Duchess in for surgery. I feel nervous for the future, but ready to get this tumor off of her body. I am scared for anesthesia just anticipating everything ahead. I’m scared for recovery. I’m scared for my girl. I know all of the stats about recovery and how she will do and how she will be a warrior and bounce back, but until I see her I will be scared. I’m also strangely feel a bit guilty, like I’m taking her leg without her consent even tho I know it will take her pain (trust me I repeat over and over in my head that I’m taking her pain which involves taking the leg) but i can’t seem to shake the guilt that maybe she will hate us. I feel bad for her that we HAVE to do this. Anyways just venting for today. She’s about to eat her final meal on 4 legs, so strange.
