Did you guess the Pet ER?
You know, the same one I was at only 2 months ago with my adventurous eater Miss Oly.
It’s like I live here or something.
As I mentioned before, bringing Stella home has been a little wild. Three days into Stella ownership, there Adam and I were at the vet being told that because Stella didn’t have a UTI, she would live a horrible miserable life and should just be put down.
After the first vet sent me home in tears our shelter contact brought us back to her vet where Stella was prescribed an antibiotic in the hopes her leaking issues (as if potty training isn’t horrible enough, throw in a little leaking for added carpet hell) were caused by an infection after being spayed.
But, a week later we were still leaking, and by ‘we’ I of course mean her. And getting quite creative regarding keeping the carpets safe. Doesn’t she look dashing in my old panties?
The last couple days have been hell. One minute someone is optimistic, the next someone is telling me that I need to give the dog back and they’ll put her down. No one really knows what is going on, and people keep just going to the dark place, the dead place, meaning I go to the crying place. Like the WOW crying place.
So here I sit. Finally at the specialist. The man who instead of going immediately to the bad place is actually running real live tests. TESTS PEOPLE! Tests that might result in some answers. Some answers could be expensive, some could be easy to treat, one might be more expensive than myself or the shelter we got her from can honestly afford. I’m trying not to think about that option though, because when I go there I feel sick to my stomach and I don’t know if I could go through with it, and what kind of person would that make me? And honestly, how do you go on knowing THAT was what you had to resort to? I can’t even write the words because they make me physically ill to think about what we’d be forced to resort to so instead I’ll keep calling it THAT and praying we don’t need to go down that horrible horrible road.
The point is we’re finally looking for a treatment instead of simply talking about the worst.
And that, that helps me sleep a little better at night.
Just a little.
For realz guys.