Dear Pukin Dog,
Well, we had two dogs. Both died. Oh well.
The second dog, she got cancer. The vet told us, oh, it'll cost a coupla hundred to do the exploratory, and just a coupla hundred to get rid of the cancer. Four hundred smackers? Keep the wife and kids happy? No big deal.
So, I get the bill. Well, it wasn't quite $400. It was actually around $900. From the vet. And then a bunch for the hospital. And a bunch more for a doggie anaesthesiologist. Cost over two grand. Yikes! I told the doctor, hey, if you'da said two grand, I'da put the dog down. He looked at me cross-eyed.
Then she just started getting generally old and worn out. Couldn't hold her urine and bowels any longer. Yech!! Would walk across the floor and just fall on her stomach. Ouch!! It'd take her a few minutes to get back up. Sometimes, she didn't bother.
The (new) vet started telling me how cheaply we could treat all these different things. A prescription here, a prescription there. Only a coupla hundred bucks.
A month.
Hey, she lived a long life, and she didn't suffer.
sitetest