Dom says that the cops took all Ms. Romero's joints. But apparently she still has weed left to roll that she needs help with. Do cops in new york only take your weed if it's rolled up?
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My dog died suddenly after a fight with my other dog, but I think it was due to stress more than anything else. I still blame myself vehemently.
My Ellie girl was diagnosed with Addison's disease about 3 years ago. I've had her on daily prednisone and percorten shots every month. She was doing fine. She was 10 years old. She had a non-biological sister named Darcy who was about 7.
I recently got a new job that requires me to work 12 hour shifts. I desperately needed money because I wanted to be able to buy all the medicine that Ellie needed and the toys that she wanted and get her a fence and give her an even better life. I would let my mom babysit Ellie and Darcy every other week because those are the weeks where I work 3 12s in a row. I didn't want to leave them alone too often.
Friday i came home from work. The dogs were with me that week. I had three days off in a row and I had planned to play with them all weekend, take them to the park and get them toys. They were so excited to see me. I took them for a ride, I bought them some bones, and then I brought them back home because I had to go out without them. I just wanted to have something to keep them occupied while I was gone because I didn't want to leave them in the hot car. I was trying to be responsible 😢. When I returned again, they got in a conflict. As soon as I entered the door they wanted to fight over a bone even though I had gotten both of them one. They never ever fight. Darcy bit Ellie on the face. The wounds were superficial. There wasn't much blood. The vet clinic was closed so I made an appointment for Monday to get it checked out.
Then a day after that my girl starts swelling and vomiting and stumbling. All the symptoms of her initial Addison's crisis. The swelling was probably due to the bite. I watch my girl get worse overnight and there's no emergency clinics nearby. I realize that she's having such a rough time not because of the bite but because she is stressing herself to death. I lay next to her and felt as her breaths became slower until finally she stopped breathing. She let out one last little kick scratch.
It was so unexpected. I'm dumbfounded. I feel so guilty. If I had just stayed home, and not gone out a second time, they wouldn't have gotten in a fight and Ellie wouldn't have stressed herself to death. If I hadn't gotten a new job then I wouldn't need to trade off with my mom and maybe there wouldn't be discrepancies with her taking her medicine at different times. If I hadn't left the bone in the hallway then they wouldn't have fought. If I had taken Ellie to the vet immediately after her fight maybe they would have encouraged me to give her more steroids even if the wounds weren't life-threatening, just so she could cope with the stress.
I didn't get to give her a last meal, I didn't get to take her for a last walk. Because her last few days alive were spent recovering from an injury, but I didn't realize the Addison's was what I should have been concerned about. I hate myself so much. My dog's last moments were in pain and I didn't realize what was killing her until it was too late.
My dog died suddenly after a fight with my other dog, but I think it was due to stress more than anything else. I still blame myself vehemently.
My Ellie girl was diagnosed with Addison's disease about 3 years ago. I've had her on daily prednisone and percorten shots every month. She was doing fine. She was 10 years old. She had a non-biological sister named Darcy who was about 7.
I recently got a new job that requires me to work 12 hour shifts. I desperately needed money because I wanted to be able to buy all the medicine that Ellie needed and the toys that she wanted and get her a fence and give her an even better life. I would let my mom babysit Ellie and Darcy every other week because those are the weeks where I work 3 12s in a row. I didn't want to leave them alone too often.
Friday i came home from work. The dogs were with me that week. I had three days off in a row and I had planned to play with them all weekend, take them to the park and get them toys. They were so excited to see me. I took them for a ride, I bought them some bones, and then I brought them back home because I had to go out without them. I just wanted to have something to keep them occupied while I was gone because I didn't want to leave them in the hot car. I was trying to be responsible 😢. When I returned again, they got in a conflict. As soon as I entered the door they wanted to fight over a bone even though I had gotten both of them one. They never ever fight. Darcy bit Ellie on the face. The wounds were superficial. There wasn't much blood. The vet clinic was closed so I made an appointment for Monday to get it checked out.
Then a day after that my girl starts swelling and vomiting and stumbling. All the symptoms of her initial Addison's crisis. The swelling was probably due to the bite. I watch my girl get worse overnight and there's no emergency clinics nearby. I realize that she's having such a rough time not because of the bite but because she is stressing herself to death. I lay next to her and felt as her breaths became slower until finally she stopped breathing. She let out one last little kick scratch.
It was so unexpected. I'm dumbfounded. I feel so guilty. If I had just stayed home, and not gone out a second time, they wouldn't have gotten in a fight and Ellie wouldn't have stressed herself to death. If I hadn't gotten a new job then I wouldn't need to trade off with my mom and maybe there wouldn't be discrepancies with her taking her medicine at different times. If I hadn't left the bone in the hallway then they wouldn't have fought. If I had taken Ellie to the vet immediately after her fight maybe they would have encouraged me to give her more steroids even if the wounds weren't life-threatening, just so she could cope with the stress.
I didn't get to give her a last meal, I didn't get to take her for a last walk. Because her last few days alive were spent recovering from an injury, but I didn't realize the Addison's was what I should have been concerned about. I hate myself so much. My dog's last moments were in pain and I didn't realize what was killing her until it was too late.
My Ellie girl was diagnosed with Addison's disease about 3 years ago. I've had her on daily prednisone and percorten shots every month. She was doing fine. She was 10 years old. Friday i came home from work and the dogs were so excited to see me. I took them for a ride and then I brought them back home because I had to go out without them. Then when I returned again, they got in a fight. They never ever fight. Darcy bit Ellie on the face. The wounds were just superficial. There wasn't much blood. The vet clinic was closed so I made an appointment for Monday to get it checked out. Then a day after that my girl starts swelling and vomiting and stumbling. All the symptoms of her initial Addison's crisis. The swelling was probably due to the bite. I watch my girl get worse overnight and there's no emergency clinics nearby. I realize that she's having such a rough time not because of the bite wounds but because she is stressing herself to death. I lay next to her and felt as her breaths became slower until finally she stopped breathing. She let out one last little kick scratch.
It was so unexpected I'm dumbfounded. I feel so guilty. If I had just stayed home, and not gone out a second time, they wouldn't have gotten in a fight and Ellie wouldn't have stressed herself to death. I didn't get to give her a last meal, I didn't get to take her for a last walk. Because her last few days alive were spent recovering from an injury, but I didn't realize the Addison's was what I should have been concerned about.