I have to give Phlyd 5 pills a day. I also have to give him subcutaneous fluids and I'm so scared of hurting him that I fuck it up every time. So I'm failing as a nurse and I can't get him to eat.
I just don't know what to do except cry.
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2 comments:
I'm so sorry. I have an old guy too. He's 19. He has lived with me longer than anyone else. Longer than any other pet or person. Your post made me tear up.
Sending you my best wishes,
Domo's foster mom
Poor Emily. Poor Phlyd. That just sucks, and I'm sorry.
Happy thoughts from California.
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