PANIC IN THE HOUSE!
My best friend must go to the Vet; tumor under left front paw. I would have rather had my left arm amputated than watch my baby in pain. He’s home and may need further surgery BUT I am assured po$t surgery – he will be fine.
The only human to help us was my Dogwalker: Angel 👼 (not her real name, obviously). She met me at the Vet and stayed until she couldn’t; only to return an hour later.
How do I thank her?
He stayed at home.
Obviously embarrassed that he failed to be there for us, he told his family that he TOO went to the Vet.
BASTARD: He should have…
COWARD: I should not have lied for him…
I cannot decide which one of us has less pride. I fear it is me.
Please, my best friend was in crisis!
Tomorrow is yet another day.