I'm taking my little dog in for his operation in about 15 minutes. It's a testament to the sensitivity of dogs, that they are lying together on the livingroom rug, and not in here bothering me for breakfast - they can feel that something is up. Usually, breakfast arrives immediately after a quick trip outdoors, and coffee being made. They like to hurry me along with ankle and leg nudges, because it's never happening quickly enough to suit them.
Today, they came back in from the yard and went to lie on the rug in close, quiet communion.
Before Al-Anon, I'd have been a complete nervous wreck all week, waiting for the day of the operation to arrive. I'd have been unable to eat properly, sleep well, or enjoy time spent with him - fear would have sat like a stone in my stomach.
Today, I understand that it is out of my hands. I trust our vet, and I trust that I will be able to deal with whatever the outcome may be. We won't find out if the tumour is benign or malignant right away, it will have to be sent away for testing.
I'll post here when he's back home from surgery, later today.