Yesterday was pug's annual check-up at the vet.
It started off great he's super clueless and so was more than thrilled when we walked in and was loving all the attention and cuteness compliments he was receiving. We headed back to a private room then his memory started kicking in and he realized this is not a very fun place and the whimpering began and my heart started breaking. They took him to another room and I stepped outside to return a phone call. A few minutes later I step back in and standing in the lobby is a woman bawling her eyes out. She just had to put her dog down.
I start crying.
It was awful. I have this thing where if someone cries I cry and also the fact that 10 months ago we had to put our family cat of 18 years down brought everything rushing back.
It's a terrible feeling. A sense of lost and bewilderment of how the world can keep moving on without your furry friend beside you.
So, when my ever pissed pug returned to me I scooped him up loved on him like crazy. As ridiculously high as the bill was for once my mouth didn't hit the floor instead I just handed over the debit card blessed he was healthy.
Pets are so worth it.