Gracie has a small surgery scheduled for tomorrow to remove a tumor on her paw. She has been the most low maintenance dog and quite healthy for 8 years- so while I've been assured that everything will be fine- it doesn't mean that my heart aches less. To compensate for my anxiety- she instinctively has become my shadow. And follows me everywhere in the house.
UPDATE: she's doing well, recovering and has a red bandage on her paw. We find out Monday(ish) the results concerning the mass removed. She is still my shadow. I can't move from one room the next without her. In light of the week, I welcome it!