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R.I.P. Pinky
Nov. 23rd, 2011 09:34 pmMy mom told me earlier she had to have her dog, Pinky, put down today.
Pinky had been acting weird lately. Every time I talked to my mom, she was worried about Pinky being lethargic and generally not herself. This lead up to a few different vet visits, culminating in a blood transfusion a few days ago. Still, the vet said Pinky would either bounce back or deteriorate, as Pinky probably had some sort of bone marrow problem or blood-born disease, and Mom woke up this morning to a lethargic dog and had to make a choice as to Pinky's quality of life.
She got Pinky after I left home, about eight years ago. At first, Pinky didn't even like me and would bark at me constantly. She eventually figured out I was part of the family, though. She was an okay dog, though very skittish and not good with strangers at all. She kept my mom company when my dad was, well, being my dad. It's not like I had a big attachment to her. I don't even know why I'm sad about it. Maybe I'm just feeling sympathetic for my mom?
I'm not sure what I'm saying anymore. I don't care if you care about it either. Screw everything.
On an entirely different note, I pretty much hate this stupid extreme couponing show. Bleh.
Pinky had been acting weird lately. Every time I talked to my mom, she was worried about Pinky being lethargic and generally not herself. This lead up to a few different vet visits, culminating in a blood transfusion a few days ago. Still, the vet said Pinky would either bounce back or deteriorate, as Pinky probably had some sort of bone marrow problem or blood-born disease, and Mom woke up this morning to a lethargic dog and had to make a choice as to Pinky's quality of life.
She got Pinky after I left home, about eight years ago. At first, Pinky didn't even like me and would bark at me constantly. She eventually figured out I was part of the family, though. She was an okay dog, though very skittish and not good with strangers at all. She kept my mom company when my dad was, well, being my dad. It's not like I had a big attachment to her. I don't even know why I'm sad about it. Maybe I'm just feeling sympathetic for my mom?
I'm not sure what I'm saying anymore. I don't care if you care about it either. Screw everything.
On an entirely different note, I pretty much hate this stupid extreme couponing show. Bleh.
