What's bad fellas, is the fact that I acted more openly upset than Brouhaha did. When the vet told us the tumor was most likely inoperable anyway, I burst into tears. I've only known Jerry two years, but still... She is the equivolant of a child to me, and it's hard to hear that one of your "babies" has what basically amounts to terminal cancer. Then again, I am sensitive to stuff like that right now because I recently found out that my grandfather must have had a stroke when he went into the hospital and that his prostate cancer can't be operated on because he's still too sick. On top of that, I find that my grandmother has officially been diagnosed with Alzhiemer's. We all thought it was just my g-father being paranoid. So, anyway...please forgive the tangent. [%|]
What made me mad about going to the vet today, is the fact the vet pretty much knew there wasn't anything that could be done and wanted to charge us the $600 Brouhaha mentioned just to let us know for sure what was wrong. Gee, how compassinate huh!!!