I saw you laying there last night. Letting the kitten chew on your paws and ears. Not stirring as Jellybean used you as a stepstool to get on the ottoman. I could have warned you then. But I didn't.
Then there was this morning when you got all excited that you were going for a ride. Totally unheard of on a weekday morning.
I could have said something.
But I didn't.
I just let you ride shot gun sith that silly grin.
I suppose I even could have said something when we were on the waiting room and you were so happy and excited that you started an extremely loud conversation with all the other dogs. So loud that they took us into the exam room ahead of others.
Finally, I had the opportunity to let you know in that exam room as you kept peeing on things. Instead I answered the doctor's questions and said yes, please take his scrotum too since he has that tumor on there. Nope, I kept my mouth shut.
So, when I pick you up tonight and you feel like something is missing.
I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to tell you that you were literally losing your balls.
Forgive me?
