I’ve got something major on my mind, and I don’t know how to handle it. It’s really starting to scare me.
It’s Max. My six year old lab mix. The love of my life. He hurt himself a few months ago, and I thought he’d be better by now, but it’s actually seeming worse. I don’t know what to do about it. Take him to the vet, yeah, I’m on that. But I had to wait until I had some money in my account. I was without a check for a little while. I’ve got responsibilities! But Max … I can’t take seeing him like this anymore.
He’s not even going on walks right now. I know he’s in pain, and it’s his hips. I’m sure it’s arthritis, but I’m asking my vet to just do what we need to to get him working again. It’s painful to see him try to stand up. His mind’s sharp as heck still, but he does hurt. I see it in his eyes. 😥
I want more of a life for him. Other than sitting in this apartment. I miss our walks. I really do. I could go for a walk alone, but … I enjoyed my walks with Max. I want that back.
Now you know … the rest of the story.