Here we go again.

Poor Millie! Yesterday we had her pre-op doctor appointment. She had to have a chest x-ray and sit in that Victorian contraption with her little arms up in the air, crying the whole time. Then she had to have blood drawn. She was a little better with the blood. Poor thing. I felt so awful. When she was stuck in the x-ray thing she kept saying: 'done! done!' Now I've got to somehow get a urine sample from her. We did not have to do that with Beatrice. I have NO clue how to go about doing that. I tried sitting her on the potty - she freaked. I tried putting her feet in water in the tub - nothing. I am not looking forward to May 3rd.