Hope your Memorial Day weekend was nice. We headed down to Baltimore with Berlin vomiting throughout our southbound drive, and requiring us to stop three times before even exiting Connecticut. When we didn’t have to stop for Berlin, we had to stop for me because I drank too much coffee, once again. Matt’s fuse was quickly burning out, and I saw glimmers of domestic violence in his eyes as he contemplated killing both of the women in the vehicle. I still have yet to figure out why he spared us.

On the 9 hour drive home, Berlin held in her food because we hadn’t fed her in twelve hours. But this time I was the one feeling carsick, which NEVER happens because I have a stomach of steel. I’m not sure who was happiest to pull into the driveway last night, Berlin because she could run in the park off her leash, Matt because he could lay down in the park with a happy dog and without his wife, or me… because I had to pee since Hartford but held it in so as not to stop the car yet again.

I’m starting to steel myself for tomorrow – the day that Berlin gets spayed. Matt has agreed to hurry home after work so I don’t have to pick her up alone and hear the 15 minutes of instructions on how I need to clean her stitches landing me promptly on the veterinarian’s office floor in a faint, and perhaps a pool of my own vomit. I remember when I insanely had Mojo’s front claws removed, and the emotional trauma that I endured watching him limp around the house in agony. At one point I curled up on the couch and started bawling because HE HADN’T PURRED IN OVER TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, AND I AM THE MEANEST PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH FOR DOING THIS TO HIM! I’m pretty sure we have a picture of me in this state of despair… Yes, here I am sitting in a Xerox box Mojo enjoyed sleeping in, mourning the loss of his claws and general happiness.

In the case of Berlin, Matt has explained to me over and over again that REMOVING HER UTERUS is the most humane option for her. My guilt complex will not let me accept this. But I’m trying to make the best of it, hoping to schedule a trip to the groomer this evening so she can at least LOOK GOOD before going into surgery. I’m hoping it will make her look less pitiful in recovery and will draw attention away from her shaved belly. I’ll post pictures, both with and without… the lampshade.

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