I feel sad...

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And guilty? My neighbor took Angel and I to the vet, and of course she gave me the super-sad look. I was of the impression that the "specialist" that's going to see Angel would be there at eleven, but as it turns out she won't be there until two--they have to get Angel ready for when she comes, and they have to sedate her a bit. I know probably most dogs do, but Angel gave me the big-brown-eyed, "Mom, do I have to go?" look as we had to shove her on one end and the attendant pulled a leash on the other end to get her in the door. I felt bad leaving her. The attendant said that after they had taken the biopsy of her liver and stuff, they'd probably call around four and tell us we could come pick her up. I hope they figure out what's wrong this time. I think it was months ago I was told Angel had something going on in her liver, and the doctor said that the chemical (enzyme, or whatever word they used) they found usually meant cancer if I remember right, but they couldn't find any evidence of cancer, just the enzyme. I sure hope they figure out what's going on and can do something about it.