So...
Um yeah... we're putting Wannabe down soon. He's been freaky sick for a couple weeks. Drooling, fur coming off, etc. We took him to the vet Saturday and again today.
He has a tumor, it's under his tongue and all into his jaw.
He's probably got about two or three weeks. The drool is what's burning off the fur and skin on his front paws like acid.
My parents made me make the decision since he's mine. I don't want to see him just get worse and worse. So we're putting him to sleep.
My dad's going to take him while I'm at work. I don't want to go. And don't tell me that if I love him I should be with him. Loving a pet doesn't mean I have to be there bawling when he dies. That's not how I want to remember him.
I fucking hate crying.
Love you my kitty.
He has a tumor, it's under his tongue and all into his jaw.
He's probably got about two or three weeks. The drool is what's burning off the fur and skin on his front paws like acid.
My parents made me make the decision since he's mine. I don't want to see him just get worse and worse. So we're putting him to sleep.
My dad's going to take him while I'm at work. I don't want to go. And don't tell me that if I love him I should be with him. Loving a pet doesn't mean I have to be there bawling when he dies. That's not how I want to remember him.
I fucking hate crying.
Love you my kitty.