Worried

This morning, Max and I dropped Erin off at the vet at 7am. She is getting her teeth cleaned today. Standard procedure, right? I hope so. As the woman at admission explained all the possible but unlikely complications, I kept thinking, "Oh no. What if this is the last time I see Erin?" A little melodramatic I'm sure. Max has the day off today so he's the contact person for any updates or emergencies. If all goes well, Erin should be back at the house tonight when I get home and only mad at us because we had to take her food away last night.