The call is made.
I'm doing my best not to bawl while sitting in my cube at the paying job.
I hate playing God. But I know it's the right thing for Rabbit. Before the heat and humidity sets in to make the heaves and the eyes go bad and before the ground gets hard to make her shoulder hurt more.
But it still hurts.
Now for a week of crying. The appointment is set for Thursday, May 25th at 9am.
I don't even know how to pamper her. I'm afraid to do any grooming on her shoulders in fear of causing her more pain but she'll be getting lots of attention the next week.
I hate this part of Sanctuary.