hee hee! My new favorite word...spay-ded!!
(I can't tell you how many people call us at work to ask about spay-diding their animals....hee hee)
Anyway, Samson is a boy, but they had to do a pretty extensive surgery to find his missing testical. Aparently, it never dropped, so she had to go into his abdomen to get it out. :( My poor baby has stitches just like his sister Phoebe did.
I can tell he's really not feeling well. Poor baby. He got a strong pain medicine after the surgery and again on my way out the door. But I think its worn off and now he's a bit uncomfy. Poor itty bitty boy!!! :(
I wish I had some pictures to share of these two. Phoebe is still small and petite, while Samson is a growing boy. Our old digital camera broke, so it may be a while.
Anyway, please say some prayers/good thoughts for my little one.
Last night I was ill and had to take my vicodin. It was so sweet. I had Samson and Phoebe on my chest and Micah on my tummy. They seem to know when you aren't feeling good. Sweeties!!