Well, lately my dog, Shadow, hasn't been feeling all that well. By that, I mean he probably feels like shit. His pee has blood in it. Me and my mom were worried that he had another bladder stone, like he had a couple years ago. Well, today, when I got home, my mom told me she took Shadow to the vet. Two hundred bucks, that we can't afford (they had to give him his shots and stuff). Well, we were right and wrong. He doesn't have one stone. He has three. Three large ones. They gave him an antibiotic, but said that they'll have to remove the stones. The operation would cost a grand. A whoping thousand bucks. So, we can't afford that at all. Now, not only does he has three stones, he apparently has a very bad heart murmur. I have already said bye to him in a way, as I, on Sunday, decided that we could not pay for an operation, if he needed one. So, in my mind, he's, in a way, living on borrowed time. The diagnosis the vet gave only furthers that thought...