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But needing to pee while my dog dies on the bathroom floor right next to the potty?

That's near the top of the list.

Yeah, my dog is gone. Not *my* dog, but still, my dog. He was old, 15, so he had a good, long life. But now he'll never do his dance again.

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setsuna16
Aug. 8th, 2008 09:35 am (UTC)
Nobody knew my dog was sick. I mean, honestly, I didn't think anything was *wrong* with him outside of just coughing since we took him to the vet last week and the vet didn't say 'oh, hey, your dog is dying.' All they said was that he might have testicular cancer and we should have him neutered, and then we took him again on Wednesday and apparently they were going to blood screen him for something.

His breathing had gotten better since last week, but then yesterday... yeah.

Damned vet, don't let us know nothing. Or they weren't looking in the right places.