Surgery Day

It was june, i think, when we went to adopt him. we'd seen him the day before and thought it best to sleep on it. Can you imagine? My mother was not a dog person that year, or that decade. She'd been living with three consecutive Brittany Spaniels, my father's hunting choice, and was sick of anything that shed, panted, or got in her way. I remember walking to the truck and her saying, "enjoy your last PDM." "Pre Dog moment". But we were too excited and nervous.
So I can't stand the PDMs today either.