Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I knew my time was getting close, I just didn't know that today was the day.
Danny and Jori retired, something about being 9 years old.
6 am and mom says it's time for me to go to work. Uh-oh.
We pulled up to the emergency vet and as soon as I saw those shiny white floors, I put my shake on. Then we got inside the doors and I put my brakes and skates on.
No luck, mom picked me up like I was a toy poodle or something.
So I tried not making eye contact. The vet just sat down beside me and waited. He waited so long that eventually I forgot to shake.
That's when the needle, pretty sure it was the size of a straw came out.
Donating my red blood, the blood that matches my red collar.
I stood pretty still, but then I had my butt placed as tight as I could up against mom, there was no where for me to go.
Vet said I did really well for my first time.
FIRST TIME???? They are going to want more?