It's not fair
Prince is dying, he's not aging. Every weekend when I come back to Edina from being with my parents in Woodbury, Prince has gotten sicker and skinnier. He's aged so fast in the past 5 months that I know this just isn't normal. Eventhough M said she took him to the vet, I'm still going to take him tomorrow morning. I just can't live with myself if I don't take him there myself and hear it straight from the vet.
I feel so guilty that I didn't do this sooner. When I pet him after work I can feel his bones and the thought of my dog dying lingers in my head as I walk downstairs into my room. Even though I carry on with my nightly activities on the computer and forget about his condition, I am reminded of it again the next day. I feel like he has been trying to get help from me for god knows how long but I've simply ignored him, just like everyone else. I'm taking him to see the vet tomorrow.