- Jun 30, 2003
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My week was going well - I was kicking ass and taking names at work, and I had everything set for going to my friend's wedding this weekend. A friend of mine was set to take care of my dog (Evander).
The flight out to the wedding went smoothly. I arrived a day early and used the extra time to meet up with a friend local to the city, and while out, I get a text "did anything happen to evander? he's pooped alllllllll over the house"
oh dear
then a little bit later "poopocalypse 2 happened". after that we (she) gave him some pepto which appeared to call his stomach, but my friend looked at his nails and saw that they werent looking too hot.
she took him to the vet this morning. turns out he has a nail infection, which is notoriously difficult to treat in dogs from what i understand (and worse, can be fatal
)
i feel absolutely awful right now. i couldn't have imagined that things would have blown up so badly. my friend is the one actually dealing with the dog, while i'm hundreds of miles away and am powerless to help. and the idea that his infection could be fatal (vet gave him antibiotics...i hope they work) really tears at me.
getting this off my chest has helped a little. i know there's nothing i can do right now, but that's part of why i am hating myself so much. i feel like i should have been able to see all this happening.
and to top it off, now i don't want to ruin my buddy's wedding (i'm a groomsman) because of things at home. i'm an emotional wreck right now. i'll be call it a win if i can just keep it together and miraculously put on a facade of happiness.
The flight out to the wedding went smoothly. I arrived a day early and used the extra time to meet up with a friend local to the city, and while out, I get a text "did anything happen to evander? he's pooped alllllllll over the house"
oh dear
then a little bit later "poopocalypse 2 happened". after that we (she) gave him some pepto which appeared to call his stomach, but my friend looked at his nails and saw that they werent looking too hot.
she took him to the vet this morning. turns out he has a nail infection, which is notoriously difficult to treat in dogs from what i understand (and worse, can be fatal
i feel absolutely awful right now. i couldn't have imagined that things would have blown up so badly. my friend is the one actually dealing with the dog, while i'm hundreds of miles away and am powerless to help. and the idea that his infection could be fatal (vet gave him antibiotics...i hope they work) really tears at me.
getting this off my chest has helped a little. i know there's nothing i can do right now, but that's part of why i am hating myself so much. i feel like i should have been able to see all this happening.
and to top it off, now i don't want to ruin my buddy's wedding (i'm a groomsman) because of things at home. i'm an emotional wreck right now. i'll be call it a win if i can just keep it together and miraculously put on a facade of happiness.
