I love my dog
Tahoe was fun. The people were nice and the wedding was beautiful and the scenery is just....wow. I told Mike I want to move up there and he said everybody does but there's no good jobs and you have to trudge through snow all the time. And I was like, oh yeah huh. We had a good weekend. Except for the speeding ticket (Mike doing 91 in a 55 zone...yikes!). And this bitch I almost punched in the face. Ugh.
Anyway, I'm super sad because we're putting Memin to sleep tomorrow. He wasn't eating earlier in the week, so my parents took him to the vet on Wednesday and he said that he has heart problems and problems with his liver and kidneys. He gave him two shots and drops and said he doesn't know if he'll get better because he's so old. We got him in 1990. Then on Thursday I called home on my break to see how he was doing and my mom started crying on the phone and said he can't walk anymore and that Daisy's been holding him and sobbing all morning. Daisy got on the phone and she was hysterical and said, "he's going Patty!", so I started crying and freaking out, and I was trying not to cry all day until finally right before I went to lunch I asked Marian if I could go home early and started sobbing when she asked me why. She told me to go ahead and go and I had to go back to my cubicle sobbing, but I was glad to be able to go see him. I was afraid I'd get there too late and not be able to see him before he passed. But he was ok, I spent the day over there with him and my sister and now I feel better about everything. Today's he's been sleeping all day and rather than let him starve to death I'm going to Fontana tomorrow so we can take him to the vet. I love my little baby. All dogs go to heaven.
Anyway, I'm super sad because we're putting Memin to sleep tomorrow. He wasn't eating earlier in the week, so my parents took him to the vet on Wednesday and he said that he has heart problems and problems with his liver and kidneys. He gave him two shots and drops and said he doesn't know if he'll get better because he's so old. We got him in 1990. Then on Thursday I called home on my break to see how he was doing and my mom started crying on the phone and said he can't walk anymore and that Daisy's been holding him and sobbing all morning. Daisy got on the phone and she was hysterical and said, "he's going Patty!", so I started crying and freaking out, and I was trying not to cry all day until finally right before I went to lunch I asked Marian if I could go home early and started sobbing when she asked me why. She told me to go ahead and go and I had to go back to my cubicle sobbing, but I was glad to be able to go see him. I was afraid I'd get there too late and not be able to see him before he passed. But he was ok, I spent the day over there with him and my sister and now I feel better about everything. Today's he's been sleeping all day and rather than let him starve to death I'm going to Fontana tomorrow so we can take him to the vet. I love my little baby. All dogs go to heaven.