Sometimes I wish my dog would die. I love him, but he’s SO gross. And he’s sick. The slobber is unbearable, the stinky face. The vet bills. The dog food. OMG the dog sh*t. He’s a giant breed dog but he weighs less than I do because of wobblers disease and genetic defects. He looks skeletal. It’s awful. The vet put him on steroids to no avail. He’s the sweetest boy when he’s feeling okay. When he’s not? Watch out. He nips at people and other dogs. His head is the size of cinderblock and his teeth are insane. We can’t go anywhere, he can’t be left alone or with a sitter. We can’t keep the house clean- the slobber flies everywhere when he shakes his face. We got basically conned into taking him by a relative, and I’m still salty about it. But he is part of the family now, and we love him. I just wonder how long he’s gonna live. I swear it can’t be much longer if he keeps losing weight. And I sorta kinda can’t wait. I feel so guilty about this.
