In need of some positive thoughts

It's pretty unusual for me to blog on a Sunday night, but I have a special request. If you believe in prayer and the power of positive thinking, then please send some to my little Isabel. We had to take her to the vet office yesterday because she was having labored breathing and coughing, and what we thought might be just a simple respiratory infection turned to be a bit worse.

See those absolutely adorable front teeth she has that stick out like fangs?

It turns out they are infected and lose. I was in shock to learn this because she lets me rub her gums all the time, and she never showed any discomfort toward her front teeth. The infection she has in those teeth may be causing her congestion, but at this time we don't fully know if that's the case. We'll have to wait and see.

The vet continued to give her a full exam, and she was so, so good. She sat on her blanket like a princess, and as long as I was there, she was fine. I'm sure she was also happy that her daddy was home and able to come with her to her doctor's appointment. That hardly ever happens. It's usually just me and the critters.

As the vet continued his examination, he noticed a rather odd lump in her abdomen area. I had noticed this area, too, not very long ago, but I didn't think much of it. I figured I must have felt wrong or that I was feeling an organ inside her belly. Turns out that lump isn't suppose to be there. Turns out it's rather large. Turns out we need to get it biopsied.

Tomorrow morning I take her back to the vet hospital for surgery. She needs to be put under in order to have her ultrasound done and the biopsy taken. At that time, she will also have a complete dental with the extraction of her two front teeth. I'm going to miss that quirky fanged little look of hers.

I think what I'm most worried about are the results of the biopsy. It can take up to seven business days to get those results back, and until then, I'm going to be a basket case. I can only hope the mass is something that can be removed. Of course, that means another surgery for her in the not-so-distant future. My poor little Izzy-busy-belly-jelly-bean.

If you've been following my blog for a while, then you know that I lost my Zoe in November and my Beowulf in February, only three months apart. Now, three months after Bay's passing, I'm back at the vet hospital with Isabel. I can't possibly even contemplate losing her. Not so soon. Not so young.

I am just one stressed-out mama.