I took today off from work. I had to go to a doctor's appointment for my allergies and then Ophie's mom became Dr. Ophie's mom! She got her doctorate in Neurobiology (correct me if I'm wrong.) I think I knew what 4 of the words were in her title. :)
During her defense I got a phone call from the hauler. He called to say that he could haul her down this Sunday. Instantly I went into panic mode (and have been there ever since.) I panicked and told him NO that I wanted to wait until next Sunday. Then I thought about it and realized that really, this Sunday is much better. I have most of next week off, so if something happens I can run down to her. I called my vet, and the caretaker to see if this worked for them. The caretaker said she'd prefer this weekend too. Gulp.
I have so many emotions running through my head. I'm a nervous wreck. I realize that many of you don't see the big deal. This is a huge deal for me. I have never been this far from her. I am "officially" retiring Denali to a life of green pastures and friends to keep her company. I wish she could be closer to us, but the closer to Seattle you get the more expensive it gets.
The vet had her final appointment with Denali. She said that overall Denali looks good, and that she will really miss her. I will miss her too! I know that I'll still see her, but she saved Denali's life and for that I am forever grateful. I'm just afraid that something will happen to Denali and that I won't be able to make it to her. At least 63 miles is closer than 183 miles.
Think good, safe trailer rides and non-Duchess killing thoughts!! We need them. I need a stiff drink.