See, I did NOT want a dog. I didn't because it is different from a cat. A cat is your friend but it isn't...the relationship is different. A dog goes with you, understands...and you love them so much differently than a cat.
And I know that this is going to irritate a lot of people but having both I can say it and know it to be true.
Because Ranger has gone lame in a hind leg and it is breaking my heart. I cannot tell you...I search the net for causes and treatments, I know more now about all manner of canine ailments than I could have imagined and yet - he's still limping.
I watch his breathing and hate the vet for not knowing WHY his hock is swollen. I want a definitive answer, damn it. I'm relieved and angry that the xrays showed no breaks. I'm terrified of the NSAID that gives him some relief from the pain because it might hurt him, too.
Maybe its an insect wound and he'll be fine when the antibiotics that his father is bringing home now start to work. Maybe the vet should have given those to us yesterday. And maybe its something worse that she isn't spending enough time considering like a muscle tear.
All these things...all these things in my mind. And I cannot even imagine it getting worse. Actually, I can. Damn it...I love that stupid dog...