I'm going to tell my story here, while I get ready to go say goodbye.
About three years ago, I got a call from a friend telling me they had something for me. After going down to their office, the happiest fucking dog I've ever seen is just rolling around on the floor, being an ugly, adorable, little bastard. My friend had explained this dog had just been pulled out of an abusive group home, and didn't really have anywhere else to go. So of course I took him in right?
Over the last couple years, I can't begin to tell you how much this little dog has changed my life. Everyone loved him, he was always happy, friendly, and energetic. He gave me a reason to really care about something, and helped me really break out of my shell.
Yesterday I found him acting really weird. Lethargic, and kinda unresponsive. So I put him up on my partners bed, and thought he'd be alright in the morning. He wasn't. Come morning he was even more unresponsive, and unable to walk, and his shit was this neon green color. I took a look around my property, and found one of my neighbors threw some rat bait over the fence at some point, which the dog had gotten into.
FF about half an hour, we're at the vet, and they're explaining the costs of everything, the dog is completely unresponsive at this point, and they tell us that there's no immediate antidote for the specific kind of poison my neighbor has been using. But they'd continue supportive care, and hopefully he'd improve.
At 7:38 this morning, I received a call from the Veterinary hospital, letting me know my dog has entered a coma, and that his prospects are grim at best. My partner wants us to go in, and see him one more time, and I can barely even stomach the idea at this point, but I know it's what needs to be done, for his best interest.
So Sup Forums I know many of you won't care. Bromethalin kills pets with no mercy, and I have a friend that I have to go say goodbye to, far too soon.