I tried to prevent it. But she wouldn’t have it. I tried offering substitutes, but she wouldn’t go for it.
“But, but…” I said.
“No honey, it’s time.” She replied.
She has that look in her eye that says she won’t be deterred.
“Okay.” I relented. “Just please, please be careful. She very sensitive.” I just don’t want her to get hurt.
“Honey” she said. “I’ve had a lot of experience at this. You’re just experiencing separation anxiety. This’ll be good for you and her. We’ll just be at the doctors and then we’ll be home, there’s nothing to worry about”
“But she’s my baby.” I said.
“For crying out loud Stuffy, it’s just a car.”
A car, a car! It’s my Beemer and she’s driving it away. NOOOOOOoooooo!!! 
Dammit, I knew I should have gotten her car fixed last weekend. 
