My dog almost died this week.
But he didn't.
Instead he got a $3500 spleenectomy done by a fancy-schmancy veterinary surgeon complete with new-fangled funnel alternative.
Plus the added towel since the expensive blow-up donut didn't keep him from releasing two staples in the blink of an eye.
This will give him nine more months. Maybe a year.
We had to do it though. The maybe two weeks was more than we could hear.
So we won't be going to Disney next year.
We won't be getting curtains. Finally.
But our dog will be here this summer. And possibly Christmas.
So it was worth it.
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