I have to say, I feel rather sorry for my husband right now. It's his 32nd birthday today and he hasn't really been having a very good day. Gut problems this morning (until about 2 in the afternoon) and a dinner scheduled with his dad tonight - which would be a good thing except for the fact that his dad is probably going to spend the whole time being a selfish jerk. But on top of that, he's determined today that he's going to have to put his dog down. Or have the vet give her and the bill to someone who can afford it.
I don't particularly like this dog. I don't especially dislike her, but once you're the one cleaning up messes and waking up at 2 in the morning to let it out, you become one of those people who just kinda doesn't like dogs. Our dog is pretty sick, last time we took her in the vet said pancreatitis...meaning her pancreas is pissed off and swollen. Now she's pooping blood.
In my opinion, dogs die. Oh well. But he's really attached to her and so he's all broken up over it.
EDIT:
As of just a few moments ago he said that we have an appointment with the vet tomorrow in the morning, and either he's going to work out a payment plan with the vet or he'll get her advise on the next move. So I guess we'll see what happens.
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