Chapter 5
It was hard dropping off Aldo at the vet Monday morning. Knowing he was going in for surgery made me nervous, even if everyone assured me up and down that it was all going to be fine. I believed them. I did. But this was my boy, my stalwart companion, and there was always a risk. I didn’t breathe comfortably until Dr. Moorthi called three hours later to tell me everything had been a complete success and Aldo was doing fine. She said I could pick him up as soon as the worst effects of the anesthesia wore off, any time after one.
I showed up at the clinic at twelve-fifty.
Aldo was still a little out of it, a little more sedate in his greeting than normal, but he trailed along behind me with a wagging tail as we said goodbye to the staff and headed home.
The moment we entered th
