
Molly went back for her final suregry, to remove the pins, on Monday. Poor thing had to get her leg shaved, and now it looks like a giant drumstick with hot pink stiches. Funny, but while I was waiting for the nurse to bring her out, I felt like crying. Maybe it's because I could hear her whining. Or because I had been waiting there for over an hour. Perhaps it's just sleep deprivation. Or maybe it was the $750 bucks I had just shelled out...