Bad news
The kids are with their grandparents in Houston right now. The dog is really sick. He’s got a particularly virulent form of autoimmune anemia and dogs with this condition have about a 40% survival rate. He’s been in and out of the hospital a few times over the last couple of weeks, most recently to get a blood transfusion and immunoglobulin. The steroids he’s on have knocked his immune system down - on purpose, so that it would quit attacking his red blood cells - but he’s developed a couple of infections and is in a good deal of pain. Today he couldn’t keep anything down, so he’s in the ICU.
I figured it would be better for the kids to be prepared that their dog might not be here when they get home, so I told them over the phone that Cuervo was sick and might not get better. Jo took it okay, although I’m sure she’ll privately fret about it. Caroline started sobbing. 
Gawd, this sucks.
June 7th, 2007 at 10:22 pm
I remember when our kitten got hit by a car (or something) a few months ago - I’m 25 years old, but I still cried like a frickin baby. for the entire day! It never gets easier.
June 9th, 2007 at 3:34 am
Well, poo.