My day kind of started off in a panic.
My dog, Lilly, had an obstruction in her ear.
The appointment I had with my vet of several years had to be cancelled because the vet himself was having medical issues.
So, I had to take her to an emergency vet.
They got the earwax and fur and stuff out of her ear, so it’s a huge relief.
But, I got home and called my regular vet to refill her meds,
The receptionist told me the vet passed.
I’m so sad about it.
We saw that guy almost every week for a few months.
And at least every month since.
I’m not sure how old he was, but remember he got his degree in the 60s.
Had been at that location since the 70s.
He was a good vet and worked 7 days a week at reduced prices just because he liked dogs.
Then I talked to my best friend and she was having a bad day.
She didn’t want to tell me about it because it’s my birthday,
I told her to just let it all out, it doesn’t matter what day it is I want to help.
Well, I can’t help.
Bottom line of the whole conversation is “I’m actively dying and there is no god”.
There’s no comfort there.
All I could do was listen.
Her fears are 100% valid and it’s just soul crushing.
She and I have close birthdays so she just turned 39 too.
She said she feels she has a couple years left.
It breaks my heart, but agree.
I don’t know what to do.
About anything.
