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What I say three times is true.
May. 23rd, 2006 11:12 pmFive hours, 36 padiddles, and one honey packet later...I missed you on every one.
I haven't really been reading any friends' entries here for like...a week. I'll try and catch up with those tomorrow. Sorry guys.
I'm worried about my dog. I guess it was better that I came home today instead of Sunday, in the end, because Shadow is very sick. He ate some kind of toy that he wasn't supposed to the other day, and he's been coughing, and vomiting, and he's had X-rays, and he's been in the hospital. And this is just sickenly, disturbingly like the homecoming I had for Thanksgiving break for Buddy. I do not want to lose another dog in this house. I don't want to fucking lose another dog period.
When I came home for Thanksgiving break, Buddy had eaten...something. The vet had to open him up and found yards of cloth in his intestines, that's all he said. And we had Thanksgiving, and we had him for another day after that, and then he went to stay at the vet's overnight. And he never came home.
And Shadow seems okay, except for the coughing. He ate his dinner tonight. He's walking around, he's smiling, he's happy to see me. But Buddy seemed alright too, and then he wasn't. And I'm worried.
We lost Lucky the summer we moved here. He got...lymphoma or something, where his lungs were filling with fluid. I can't remember the details now. And we tried to keep him alive, for weeks, but in the end there wasn't anything else to do and he was in so much pain. And we took him to the animal hospital in Norwalk and the vet's assistant gave him the injection and he died in our arms on the examining room floor.
I guess I'll be crying myself to sleep tonight after all.
If Shadow's doing better by Saturday I'll probably go to Stephen's LAN party. I feel like I should have something to do that night and it'll be good to see them all again. If Shadow's not doing better I don't know what I'll be doing.
I should have given you what I wanted to give you when I went out to see you, but you probably didn't have time for it anyway. Always on the run, my Liz.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I haven't really been reading any friends' entries here for like...a week. I'll try and catch up with those tomorrow. Sorry guys.
I'm worried about my dog. I guess it was better that I came home today instead of Sunday, in the end, because Shadow is very sick. He ate some kind of toy that he wasn't supposed to the other day, and he's been coughing, and vomiting, and he's had X-rays, and he's been in the hospital. And this is just sickenly, disturbingly like the homecoming I had for Thanksgiving break for Buddy. I do not want to lose another dog in this house. I don't want to fucking lose another dog period.
When I came home for Thanksgiving break, Buddy had eaten...something. The vet had to open him up and found yards of cloth in his intestines, that's all he said. And we had Thanksgiving, and we had him for another day after that, and then he went to stay at the vet's overnight. And he never came home.
And Shadow seems okay, except for the coughing. He ate his dinner tonight. He's walking around, he's smiling, he's happy to see me. But Buddy seemed alright too, and then he wasn't. And I'm worried.
We lost Lucky the summer we moved here. He got...lymphoma or something, where his lungs were filling with fluid. I can't remember the details now. And we tried to keep him alive, for weeks, but in the end there wasn't anything else to do and he was in so much pain. And we took him to the animal hospital in Norwalk and the vet's assistant gave him the injection and he died in our arms on the examining room floor.
I guess I'll be crying myself to sleep tonight after all.
If Shadow's doing better by Saturday I'll probably go to Stephen's LAN party. I feel like I should have something to do that night and it'll be good to see them all again. If Shadow's not doing better I don't know what I'll be doing.
I should have given you what I wanted to give you when I went out to see you, but you probably didn't have time for it anyway. Always on the run, my Liz.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
