Please take care of my Bullet. She’s only 8, I thought dogs could live to 15? If anything, I wish I could understand her thoughts. I wish I knew where it hurt, I wish I knew where it was not alright. I wish I knew if the meds are helping. I wish I knew what to do.
There’s a wound on her neck that doesn’t seem to want to heal, and tonight I just saw her nose bleed. Could it be that I forgot to bath her and she scratched herself? Could it be that she poked herself on one of the sticks in the garden? Is it a tumor like the vet said it could be over the phone? Could it be the recent hot weather?
She’s been a good girl. She’s been my best friend, my sister. She’s a tough girl, so with a little help from You, she should be okay. Please make sure she is?
And as for YOU. I wish you could see this because I would rather not say it to your face and spare fighting with you as I have better things to focus on now. You don’t want to help her, we will.
DO NOT EXPECT ANY KIND OF LOVE OR RESPECT FROM OTHERS WHEN THE ONLY PERSON YOU ARE CAPABLE OF LOVING IS YOURSELF.