Poor Mable, she didn’t know if she was coming or going when I picked her up at the vets office to take her to another vets office to await her transport up north. I could see the look in her eyes that she was trying to tell me that she had already been fixed and didn’t need to do it again. I tried to tell her that we weren’t doing that again, but not sure it got through. Hopefully by tomorrow she will have realized that it was something else and that was behind her and now she had a whole new life to look forward to. I am sure, as cute as she is, her forever home is just days away. Then she can forget her past and move on to a brighter future. At least that’s the plan.
