We took Fister to the hospital at 10 o'clock. The plan was to entice him to the kitchen and close the door to get him in the box, so I rattled with his dry food, but he got suspicious at the very last moment and went under the bed - so I had to take the hoover out. That worked, but he ran into a little store room where John could corner him. He let out a terrific heartbreaking howl and peed all over the floor in fright.

Last night, he was SO sweet, he played with the ball in our bedroom. This morning he was up rolling in the bed with John, proudly showing off his tummy. It's SO hard to do this to him, but unfortunately necessary.

Well, when we came out to the hospital, they said, they won't operate him until tomorrow - poor Fister, he had starved all night, to no avail. We spoke to a nice vet and gave him the paper with all the info on Fister. He said we can ring from Spain tomorrow and hear how it went, and you bet we will!!

Please keep your fingers and everything crossed for him tomorrow!