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When I went away to college, my biggest fear, above all else, was that both my grandmother and my dog were going to die.
Bubie died on Thursday March 24, about a month ago.
Bailey died on Saturday, April 30, yesterday.
This has been the saddest fucking month of my life.
Edit. This is what happened, so I only have to explain it once. He always used firewood to play fetch, because regular sticks werent big enough for him. And on wednesday, he threw up and started acting funny after playing outside, so my mom figured he swallowed a piece of wood. And i told her to keep an eye on him and bring him to the vet if it didnt get better by the end of the weekend. Because hes done shit like this before. But yesterday morning, mom woke up to him peeing blood all over the kitchen. I mean floor, walls, everywhere. So she and my dad brought him to the emergency vet, and my mom was sure they'd tell her he punctured an internal organ. But evidently he had this blood disease, and we never knew about it. And so they had to put him to sleep, because otherwise he was going to just bleed to death. He would have been 8 in a couple weeks.
Bubie died on Thursday March 24, about a month ago.
Bailey died on Saturday, April 30, yesterday.
This has been the saddest fucking month of my life.
Edit. This is what happened, so I only have to explain it once. He always used firewood to play fetch, because regular sticks werent big enough for him. And on wednesday, he threw up and started acting funny after playing outside, so my mom figured he swallowed a piece of wood. And i told her to keep an eye on him and bring him to the vet if it didnt get better by the end of the weekend. Because hes done shit like this before. But yesterday morning, mom woke up to him peeing blood all over the kitchen. I mean floor, walls, everywhere. So she and my dad brought him to the emergency vet, and my mom was sure they'd tell her he punctured an internal organ. But evidently he had this blood disease, and we never knew about it. And so they had to put him to sleep, because otherwise he was going to just bleed to death. He would have been 8 in a couple weeks.