One day, we took my dog to the vet because she wasn't feeling well. She had heartworms.
She suffered for long miserable hours in the bathtub where we were trying to keep her hydrated. I got up the next morning to see if she was better.She wasn't in the bath anymore. I was happy, because I thought she was better. I ran outside to hear her bark as I ran up to her twelve year old dog house, but it was peaceful and quiet.
My dog died in her sleep.
I feel your misery.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I like store pets. You can think that is the reason I entered, but you would be wrong.
I hope your dog gets better. That would be good.
