I'm watching Minnie-Me and Kimba sleep, and I keep looking over to the corner, hoping to see Tubby imitating a huge big fluffy pillow.
...we have a rug that looks like him that Mum bought as a joke last year, after he managed to get himself stuck under the stairs. I don't know if I'll be able to look at it for a while.
Blah blah blah, "it's a dog. Get the fuck over it, Elle".
These guys have been with me through thick and thin. They were the only things I could rely on during High School, and for a long time, the only ones I trusted. My little idiots.
I don't know what to do from here on out. I can't leave the dogs again, but I can't take them home with me, either. If the lease renews in April, then we can talk to the Landlord about allowing them
I'll have to make a decision tomorrow, after the vet. There's too much up in the air at the moment, so speculating is pointless.
...I just want a hug.