I may have killed my roommates' dog.
She's undergoing surgery right now, not good for an 11-year-old. She has the tendency to eat anything, and she got a hold of one of my fishnet stockings, whether I had dropped it, or hadn't blocked my drawer enough as she knows how to nose it open.
She also got hold of a rag, and somebody's shoulder pad, both not mine, but more than likely it was the stocking that blocked her gut and caused her to have an internal infection and 104 degree temp.
I'm not as much of a dog person as a cat person. My roommates have 4 dogs and 2 cats. I pay more attention to the cats, which causes my roommates to make snarky comments, and not much to the dogs except when I give them a daily treat. And this particular dog is beautiful, but loves to eat dog shit and cat shit and spend hours licking the other dogs' backsides, so i never let her lick me.
And, perhaps out of vindictiveness, my roommates waited to see how long it took me to figure out she wasn't at home. And it took a while. I came home at 7:40pm, starving. Greeted their relateive who just arrived to visit. Made something to eat, cleaned the kitchen, made coffee to serve to everybody, was running my bath. I notice they are glumly watching tv, and ask twice what was wrong. They say, 'nothing'.
So about 8:40 I notice her missing, ask if she was outside. And almost with satisfaction they say - She's not HERE.
I felt like I got kicked in the gut. I knew she was sick, puking over the weekend, so knew that she was at the vets or dead. I walked outside, bombarded with emotions - anger, grief, guilt, fear - and loss, because I am not sure I want to live with people who would do that, who feel the need to punish me.
And one comes out and says what the vet said, and that she feels so guilty because she didn't even say goodbye properly and if something happens.. And we're both crying about the dog, and worried. And they don't mention it was my stocking, probably, and I don't mention them purposely holding back telling me, and they don't mention how long it took me to notice.
Everything hurts.
She's undergoing surgery right now, not good for an 11-year-old. She has the tendency to eat anything, and she got a hold of one of my fishnet stockings, whether I had dropped it, or hadn't blocked my drawer enough as she knows how to nose it open.
She also got hold of a rag, and somebody's shoulder pad, both not mine, but more than likely it was the stocking that blocked her gut and caused her to have an internal infection and 104 degree temp.
I'm not as much of a dog person as a cat person. My roommates have 4 dogs and 2 cats. I pay more attention to the cats, which causes my roommates to make snarky comments, and not much to the dogs except when I give them a daily treat. And this particular dog is beautiful, but loves to eat dog shit and cat shit and spend hours licking the other dogs' backsides, so i never let her lick me.
And, perhaps out of vindictiveness, my roommates waited to see how long it took me to figure out she wasn't at home. And it took a while. I came home at 7:40pm, starving. Greeted their relateive who just arrived to visit. Made something to eat, cleaned the kitchen, made coffee to serve to everybody, was running my bath. I notice they are glumly watching tv, and ask twice what was wrong. They say, 'nothing'.
So about 8:40 I notice her missing, ask if she was outside. And almost with satisfaction they say - She's not HERE.
I felt like I got kicked in the gut. I knew she was sick, puking over the weekend, so knew that she was at the vets or dead. I walked outside, bombarded with emotions - anger, grief, guilt, fear - and loss, because I am not sure I want to live with people who would do that, who feel the need to punish me.
And one comes out and says what the vet said, and that she feels so guilty because she didn't even say goodbye properly and if something happens.. And we're both crying about the dog, and worried. And they don't mention it was my stocking, probably, and I don't mention them purposely holding back telling me, and they don't mention how long it took me to notice.
Everything hurts.
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I hope the dog is OK.
and sorry your roommates are kinda jerks.
I don't think it's your fault! but then I'm not much of a pet person in general.
fuckers
dont you feel bad honey xx