Samson, our noble Saint Bernard, is no longer a man. We put off having him neutered as long as we could, but decided we should just get it over with. So Tuesday morning, the two of us took a little drive to visit the vet. He probably thought he was going somewhere fun. Little did he know...
Levi and I were nervous about the appointment, but decided that the odds of losing two puppies in one year to anesthesia-related-death-while-being-neutered were pretty low. I was still worried though, so the vet offered to call us around 10:30, once Samson was waking up after surgery. To my horror, the phone rang at 9:15 instead, exactly when they called to tell us that Berkley had died. But they were just wondering whether they should pull some of his baby teeth while he was under. Whew.
So, long story long, Samson is just fine, and we are so glad!
12 am ramblings...
10 years ago

