|Not this soon-to-be-divorced person lady.|
I want to put to rest the concern some of you expressed that my financial contribution was going to determine whether the surgery was going to happen. That was never the case. Almost-Ex may hound me (no pun intended) for the rest of my days about forking over the cash, but not having the stone removed was never - repeat, never - on the table.
My soon-to-be-former spouse is a lover of animals. He gets very attached to his pets. I could not have loved him otherwise. I could not love anyone who isn't devoted to his animals. His grief when our Senior Cat died last year was palpable and heartbreaking.
Trigger alert: I reread the post I just linked to and got teary. Be warned.
Here's a real-time update. I just got off the phone with my A-E. DDog is out of surgery and recovering from the anesthetic. They removed one large stone and a couple of smaller ones, and he should be OK by tomorrow.
They did find some polyps and areas of inflammation up in his works, and they're going to test those. Possibly they're just artifacts of his bladder/urinary tract/whatever the hell dogs have going on being irritated by the stones and will require only a round of antibiotics to treat. Worst-case scenario, they find doggy-cancer. We went through doggy-cancer with our previous mutt (LOL, not a mutt but a purebred English Setter from a championship line). We can do this.
We will do it together.
I've agreed to pay for the testing and whatever medicines are necessary.
I think that's fair.
And A-E thanked me and graciously allowed that my financial assistance is appreciated but not required.
This is what our pets do for us. They make us better people.
How could I not want this sweet boy to get better?
|I miss him so much, Drunkards. Way more than I|
miss being married.
Anyway, thanks again for helping me out. Still not sure why you bother. Love you all.