And I need to vent.

Just got a call from the Veterinary Specialty Hospital to tell me they will have to remove one of my dog's gallbladders tomorrow. The meds had been working great for a few months. We knew this might eventually be needed, but hoped it would be further off. She never acts like she feels bad. Only when she pukes or has something really wrong can we tell that something is up. She is blind and get nervous when she has to go places so I feel bad that she will for sure be spending the night at the hospital tonight and likely a few more after surgery.

Meanwhile our other dog is at home and beside himself wanted to know where she is. They don't like being separated and have been together their whole lives since they were at a puppy mill and rescue.

Here is a picture I took on Saturday of them. Reba is the black one who is having problems. Willie is the blonde one who is at home and worried.