Puppy with Parvo
I rescued Justin a puppy from the St. Tammany Parrish Humane Society for his birthday. Turns out, four days later, the parvovirus had finished it's incubation period and had infected Gregory.
It makes me sad to think that I am such an insane animal person that would do anything for one, and yet there are people out there that were never meant to be as such. This may be a fairly frank thing to say. I also keep getting sadder to think that person I have chosen to be in my life isn't one.
I shouldn't force my love of animals on another person. However, it is such a huge aspect of who I am. It kind of kills me a little bit to not be able to share that with someone. Taking it into consideration makes me feel incredibly horrible in numerous ways.
That could just be me being selfish or a justly posed issue. Either way, I'm on the brink of nervous breakdown. This should be a time where we support each other and help ease suffering as opposed to providing the inclination for it. Gregory will live. I just don't think I can get across how much I have become attached to this little monster. Just seeing him this state completely wrecked me to a fucked up degree. He's done nothing but follow me around for the past week. Having him look at me as if I were his entire existence was a great feeling for me. Not in a narcissistic or egomaniacal way, so much as it was just a feeling like I had been missing out on something so kick-ass and had found in this random pup.
Pardon my spillage. Just a lot in the way of distress going on.
I'm debating starting a paypal fund to save Gregory the Dog. I can't even express how amazing he is. Worth every bit of the veterinary cost. He'll be there for a few days...that's if he responds to treatment. The animal hospital we chose is fantastic. The doctor made me want to cry with how good she was. With both us and the dog.
It makes me sad to think that I am such an insane animal person that would do anything for one, and yet there are people out there that were never meant to be as such. This may be a fairly frank thing to say. I also keep getting sadder to think that person I have chosen to be in my life isn't one.
I shouldn't force my love of animals on another person. However, it is such a huge aspect of who I am. It kind of kills me a little bit to not be able to share that with someone. Taking it into consideration makes me feel incredibly horrible in numerous ways.
That could just be me being selfish or a justly posed issue. Either way, I'm on the brink of nervous breakdown. This should be a time where we support each other and help ease suffering as opposed to providing the inclination for it. Gregory will live. I just don't think I can get across how much I have become attached to this little monster. Just seeing him this state completely wrecked me to a fucked up degree. He's done nothing but follow me around for the past week. Having him look at me as if I were his entire existence was a great feeling for me. Not in a narcissistic or egomaniacal way, so much as it was just a feeling like I had been missing out on something so kick-ass and had found in this random pup.
Pardon my spillage. Just a lot in the way of distress going on.
I'm debating starting a paypal fund to save Gregory the Dog. I can't even express how amazing he is. Worth every bit of the veterinary cost. He'll be there for a few days...that's if he responds to treatment. The animal hospital we chose is fantastic. The doctor made me want to cry with how good she was. With both us and the dog.