Isabella lets me hear how disappointed she is with me for about another half hour, but once she's satisfied she tells me it's time to go to the appointment.
This is the first time I'll be going with her to something of this sort and although I've been confused and worried about the future, my pup's life is still the most important thing to me right now. I let my assistant know I'll be going out again and I almost feel bad about the tired look she gives me, but she decided to work for me, so that’s what she gets.
When we get to the doctor's office, she and Isabella talk for a while. Isabella tells her that she's been under stress lately and hasn't been able to eat as she should. That makes me feel like I've been punched in the gut and guilt takes over me. I know it’s because of me and h
