Mon, Jan. 23rd, 2006, 09:36 pm
2006 can kiss my ass
Poor old Prince, the Dalmatian back home, is on his last legs at the moment. He has something so catastrophically wrong with his stomach that the vet compared it to a sieve and she reckons he only has a few weeks left. Mum is putting off the inevitable partly because he's still relatively strong and she wants to wait until the point between poor health and actual misery before putting him down and partly so as we can get to go home and say goodbye to the lug. My poor brother is in bits over the whole thing, he's always had a soft spot for Prince, and as anyone who knows my brother will know - he's not one for showing his soft side so much as his manly, stubbly side.
I'm going to the doc about this asthma thing tomorrow too, I always prided myself in not falling into the typical nerd traps beyond the glasses but here I am, asthmatic and bespectacled.
Mon, Jan. 23rd, 2006 11:05 pm (UTC)
So it's definitely athsma then?
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 01:10 pm (UTC)
Well, its what I'm calling it until I find out otherwise. It isn't going away and no tests nor drugs made any difference except the inhaler so I'd be surprised to learn it was anything else.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 01:11 pm (UTC)
Randomly log ME out will you? we'll see about that LJ.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 12:07 am (UTC)
Losing a dog is horrible, really horrible, and I don't think anyone who hasn't had a dog fully gets just how bad it can be. So you and your family have my sympathy.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 12:29 am (UTC)
I've never had a dog. I'm not a dog lover. Actually, I'm mostly anti-dog.
But, my grandmother had one. A big furry mutt called Sandy, whose main purpose seemed to be stealing biscuits out of the hands of visiting grandchildren.
One day we went to visit, and we were told that Sandy had gone to sleep. And the saddest I've ever seen my grandmother be was when, months later, my brother asked her when Sandy was gonna wake up again.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 01:12 pm (UTC)
If that brother was Ian you've just made my day. Oddly enough my gran had a gigantic slobbering mutt called Sandy too and much the same thing happened, I have the feeling my brother asked the same question.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 08:00 am (UTC)
Poor mutt. My sympathies. We had to make a similar hard choice a few years ago with Murph. Wasn't easy at all, and we felt guilty for weeks, even though he could have gone on.
Good luck with the doc visit too.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
That was me, Lj kicked me out.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006 01:14 pm (UTC)
Its the same deal here, he *could* go on but really, he'd be unhappy and in serious discomfort and all the rest, they're figuring that maybe letting him go before the worst hits is the kindest thing.