2004 was supposed to be "The Year With Less Death." I ordered it that way especially.
So I was very upset to receive an e-mail from Tanya. Her dog died.
Bella had to be one of the ugliest dogs I've ever seen, but she was a sweet dog and after Steve's death Tanya's faithful companion.
Apparently Bella got an ear infection that was misdiagnosed. By the time a vet got the diagnosis right, Bella required surgery: she didn't survive.
This is just wrong. I mean, how much shit needs to fall on her head? Just what's going on? Cripes.
Well, that's it -- that's all the death I'm putting up with in 2004. NO MORE.
Crap.
Posted by Albatross at January 7, 2004 3:36 PM