Daisys Chemotherapy Day
We arrive at the veterinary clinic at 7:45 AM. Daisy leaps out of the car and heads for the grass in front of the door; after a long squat, she makes a beeline for the entrance, pulling me behind her. Its always at this point I watch carefully to see if I can observe any signs of distress or apprehension about this almost weekly visit. Instead, she is excited about going in to seeing her buddies; if I were a betting person, I would put money on the notion that she enjoys these outings.