I went with wallowing in a Beer + Sad Expression —> Elicitation of free shot from the bartender:

Rough day.
ROUGH day.
Imagine if you have a window of 20 minutes to answer, “well, you either pay 6k up front right now for this emergency surgery for your dog, or else he’s permanently paralyzed and will have to be put down.”
…. ummm….
6k is a lot of money. Combined with the 3k we just spent on him for his ACL repair, plus the 1.5k we spent on the cat who decided to get two UTIs and infect and rupture her anal glands (yuck)… we’re approaching 10k just on ani-mules for the past 5 weeks. :::exhale:::
How much constitutes “too much?” At what point is the “contract” you have between you and this trusting, loving and loyal soul moot?
At what point are you putting your own dreams aside (Paramedic school, travel to see afar and much missed family) aside to possibly only extend a life by a little? When is a dog just “a dog” and not a member of your family?
How the HELL does anyone make these freaking decisions??!
We decided to do it. “He’s been a good dog.” *cry* But I’ll tell you, it was NOT an easy decision to make.
Linus is under the knife RIGHT NOW and could be in the emergency vet hospital for up to 3 days. We’re allowed to go see him during Visiting Hours tomorrow, from 8pm-10pm. We can bring some special treats and toys. He saw the “best of the best” Neurosurgeon and I’m sure they did a wonderful job. Did you even know dog neurosurgeons existed?
:sigh:
More details of the exact procedure to come… but in the meantime I needed to make a complain-y post to wallow. Grab a Stella and join me and Andrea (((thannnk you))) and I in this cozy booth. My misery right now could use some company.
We love you, Linus!! Heal up fast, Boy.