My 2 year old Miniature Schnauzer Sydney has torn a ligament in her leg it seems. She’s been hobbling around it on it for a few weeks now and we just got her diagnosed at the vet this evening.
I’m kinda tore up. You see, this little dog is my world and has brought me joy and satisfaction that I have not experienced other than the day I met my wife.
The vet thinks we are over-reacting a little bit, and we probably are, but as both of us came from broken homes we have a natural paternal instinct to just provide the best care we possibly can to our dogs, we don’t have children, so these are the closest thing to it.
So goes life. I guess I can follow my own advice that I often give people for once:
“Life sometimes throws you curve balls, and you have to have a mitt in order to catch it. If you don’t, it has the potential to hit you in the head”
Life can just really suck sometimes.