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machine_dove at 09:29am on 24/08/2004
machine_dove at 09:29am on 24/08/2004*cries* Want it! Will never be able to find it at a price I'm willing to pay!
I'm feeling extremely moody, and I've been blaming it on everything but the actual cause. I forgot to mention one little detail that started out our trip last week.
Just over eleven years ago, we bought a dauchshund. An extrordinarily stupid one, but when we were told by the vet a week after we bought him that he had three holes in his heart and probably wouldn't live another month, we couldn't give him up. We decided to cherish the time we had with him, and we have.
My parents brought him up with them when they helped me move. He wasn't quite acting himself (no interest in the local wildlife or crawling on furniture), and he even threw up on my clean carpet. VERY unusual for him. When Mom got back in town, she took him to the vet again.
It's not good. The right side of his heart has completely failed, and he has a large tumor on his pancreas. He also has quite a bit of fluid in his chest. Mom decided not to have them tap the fluid to analyse it, but it's clearly not a good thing. Our dog is dying, and there's nothing we can do about it.
He's not eating, now, or at least nothing he can keep down. It doesn't look like he'll last much longer, and I'm probably not going to see him again. He and Grandpa Richard have been inseperable from the time Granpa Richard moved in with them, and he's apparently been devestated by the news. Mom doesn't think he'll survive D.P. by much.
I'm trying not to think about it much, but it isn't working well. Breaking down and crying at work is something to avoid...I'll miss him. I need a pet to comfort me. Maybe I can talk Erik into taking me to the SPCA on Friday.
I'm feeling extremely moody, and I've been blaming it on everything but the actual cause. I forgot to mention one little detail that started out our trip last week.
Just over eleven years ago, we bought a dauchshund. An extrordinarily stupid one, but when we were told by the vet a week after we bought him that he had three holes in his heart and probably wouldn't live another month, we couldn't give him up. We decided to cherish the time we had with him, and we have.
My parents brought him up with them when they helped me move. He wasn't quite acting himself (no interest in the local wildlife or crawling on furniture), and he even threw up on my clean carpet. VERY unusual for him. When Mom got back in town, she took him to the vet again.
It's not good. The right side of his heart has completely failed, and he has a large tumor on his pancreas. He also has quite a bit of fluid in his chest. Mom decided not to have them tap the fluid to analyse it, but it's clearly not a good thing. Our dog is dying, and there's nothing we can do about it.
He's not eating, now, or at least nothing he can keep down. It doesn't look like he'll last much longer, and I'm probably not going to see him again. He and Grandpa Richard have been inseperable from the time Granpa Richard moved in with them, and he's apparently been devestated by the news. Mom doesn't think he'll survive D.P. by much.
I'm trying not to think about it much, but it isn't working well. Breaking down and crying at work is something to avoid...I'll miss him. I need a pet to comfort me. Maybe I can talk Erik into taking me to the SPCA on Friday.
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