Just got back from dropping Grayson off at the hospital. I was a big girl and didn't cry. Maybe I don't have any tears left to cry because I cried them all out yesterday and today. I have literally made myself sick over this. I put on my biggest and bravest face for him and held him and stroked his face until the vet told me I had to leave. Lol. Grayson is mad at me for taking him back to that scary place. He wouldn't even look at me. Small dog, huge attitude (just like his mommy). Can't say I blame him for being mad at me. In his eyes I'm sure nothing good ever comes from being at the vets. I mean really, the first time he was there those mean people cut his winkie off Anyway, today has sucked but we can only go up from here. I haven't lost my sense of humor though. When we were on the way to the hospital I realized that he would have nothing with him that smelled like me so I took my shirt off while I was driving (I had a jacket to put on) so he would have something. I was very proud of my ingenuity until the vet told me that they really didn't want anything in the cage with him. What a kill joy.

So I am doing alright, for now anyway. We will see what tomorrow holds. I imagine tomorrow will suck too since the vet doesn't want Grayson to have any visitors until Thursday at the earliest. My house is way too quiet and my arms are empty with my baby gone. And my bed is going to seem so much bigger for the time being. It'll all be ok, right?