Monday, February 28, 2011

This past weekend was supposed to be our weekend away. To Clinton, Iowa for a wedding, or so we thought.  Our bags were packed, my hair was curled but we weren't going anywhere. Oh, but as that old saying goes, "the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray."

Koa, our 10 year old golden retriever was sick. Not just sick, but bleeding internally; the tumor on his spleen had ruptured and needed to be removed, STAT! My heart sank, my stomach flipped and my head raced. What do we do? Where do go? Will he live? Oh, hell!

Well, the what we do and where we go involved surgery at the local animal hospital. Will he live, well he is right now and that is all that matters.

After a day or so of having him home, and a day or so of processing what happened, here's what I need to share. My only hope is that you can relate to it, find comfort in it, or just read it!