Blizzard lay motionless on an operating table in the center of the room, as Keith readied himself mentally for the operation. "I hope this goes smoothly," he thought to himself," even as he offered up a desparate prayer, "Please God, guide my hands, and all the assistants too." Even though he'd operated on animals hundreds of times before, he knew from that same experience that things didn't always go according to plan. Still, he vowed to do his best to save this majestic white wolf laying there before them. "Let's get this show on the road," he announced, stepping up to the table.