What kind of day am I having? I’m having this one right here…
This is an “ambulance drivers” alternative to ice cream. Ice cream doesn’t hold too well if you’re stuck in the truck on a long run, so Scooby Snacks and icing it is!
I’m angry today. And scared. And sad. I woke up this morning to my dog not putting any weight on his good leg. His bad leg wouldn’t support his weight either so he’d just fall over. He wouldn’t go outside or eat or anything. He just sat there looking at me until I picked him up and moved him to where I needed him go to. He’d try walking again, it wouldn’t work, then the same thing. I felt horrible for him!
Naturally my mom was gone all night to drink it up. I called, three times, nothing. I finally had to leave for work. I wanted to stay with him but I had no choice. Finally, several hours later she calls and said she’ll go home in a few and check on him. Around noon I get a text saying he won’t walk. No shit…I watched him stumble all morning while your ass was drunk and who the fuck knows where! Around 1pm she sends me another text that says she’s going out because she has another party to be at and my dog isn’t any better. Glad to see your drinking is more important. Thanks!
So now I’m going to have to make an appointment tomorrow to take him back to the vet. He can’t continue to stumble around like that, it breaks my heart. I don’t have the money for this, I can’t even by myself food right now. I’ve been living off scraps, bread and butter. Whatever is on sale, I make it work. But now he needs another vet visit and who knows that this is going to cost. I have to find a way though, I can’t make him suffer. I can’t do this to him.
He’s all I have when I go home.I can’t keep seeing him suffer. I need him better. I need him.