It seems like not that long ago that I was asking for good thoughts, but I need them again. Just yesterday I took Vincent in to the vet because he'd been throwing up, now, just 24 hours later and he's heading into emergency surgery to have his gallbladder removed. In the vet's words "it's ginormous" and it will likely rupture if we don't take it out now. Apparently in dogs the gallbladder is nestled right next to two major arteries, so it's a fairly dangerous surgery. Of course I am scared to bits. So even though I may have worn out my requests for good thoughts, I'm asking again. I need my sweet donut to be okay.