I knew I was too happy...
In the past few days I have run out of Cymbalta (I get more Monday, but I will start getting violently ill by this evening), had a hell of a time at work, and now my dog is dying.
Agnes has DCM, which is a common genetic heart condition in giant breed dogs. This would be why she dropped so much weight so quickly and couldn't put more on.
My 130lb dog? Weights 92 lbs now and looks like something off of Animal Cops. My fiance took her to the vet for me because I knew it was going to be something bad and I didn't want to freak out.
So yeah, my best friend will be dead soon, and there's nothing I can do.
I'm so sorry, baby. I don't know what I'm going to do without you.
Needless to say, I'm not well right now.