My dog is sick.
Has been for the past few days and it kinda came as a shock because he was all dandy until he wasn't.
All seven.. okay, six.. are feeling sad/down/upset/stressed/lost about it.
My grandma.. is.. not doing so badly.
Parents took him to the vet today and well, it kinda did some good but he kinda deteriorated in the evening.
I feel so upset.
Now they are talking about 'aiding' him.
It kinda pains me to think about it.
I wasn't around when Whiskey was 'aided' (to a killer cancer) and it killed me even though I was sitting in the middle of an arcade.
I don't know what I'll do this time around.
