Someone tell me it's not my fault.

[digital_opium]

I don't want to be a grown-up today.

I just got back from the emergency vet hospital.

My Indy... my oldest dog... the first dog Alan and I got together.

The vet couldn't tell us for sure.

He didn't want to go outside today. Didn't want to eat. Barely moved.

He threw up a little last night, but I didn't think much of it. Anyone who has animals knows that sometimes they just hurl. Hair ball, playing too hard, ate something they shouldn't have. They just throw up.

But today. Not wanting to go out. Not wanting to eat. Indy's a chow-hound... not wanting to eat is huge. And then when I did get him outside... he almost collapsed.

So emergency vet clinic.

After x-rays and blood work and temperature... None of the news is good. It could be cancer. Could be a bone leukemia. It could be an auto-immune disorder.

It's already been 700 bucks, that we don't have. It could be another 1200 bucks, and after that he could still have less than a 50/50 chance.

I don't want to make this decision. Because I'm afraid I already know what the decision is.

I don't want to be a grown-up today.