In regards to my last post, I did the good thing. I actually went outa my way to be nice to people. In my job I far exceeded my duty to customers , sourcing product on my own time and using my own petrol. And in the real world I smiled, I was pleasant, I, well to be exact I was excellent to others.
But, boy does that little blue bird of happiness shit on ya when you don't expect it.
As you've gathered from my blog I can tolerate people, I may even love a few, but I really love my boy. Now before you start thinking hmm, boy lover, stop right there. If you don't know, my boy is an eleven year old puppy named Maton.
Matey has been feeling a bit off for a couple of days and I took him to the dog mechanic on Friday for a quick service. After the preliminary poke and prod they were none the wiser and recommended I whip out the plastic and pay for a few blood test.
At just two and a half hundred who could say no, especially after already shelling out a G for a knee reconstruction seven years ago and six and a half biggies for a fractured tooth last November, they new it was a cert.
Yesterday I had one of the worst phone calls one could ever have. I'm sorry Mr Rabbit but!
Looks like all those years of hard drinking have taken their toll, Maton's liver and kidneys are giving out. I've never cried so much in my life, I rang all those who mater and cried some more, they've all been over and hugged and kissed him, I think everyone of them told him to stop being stupid and it'll all be alright. Tomorrow we have some more tests, an ultra sound to see whats broke. The Doc's warned me not to get my hopes up. Still crying.
This is the reason I keep telling people not to love anything living. it just fucking hurts too much.
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