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Yesterday when I dropped Dylan at the hospital, they let us go back in the room to say goodnight. All of the vets and nurses(?) assistants(?) were treating the animals, writing their charts, etc. I was so surprised to hear one of the vets mocking a man who brought his dog in thinking she ate anti-freeze. She was laughing because he said it happened four days ago, and she was very heartlessly laughing that the dog would have died already. While that may be true, it seemed like a dick move to make fun of someone who doesn't have that knowledge. With the prices that vets and animal hospitals charge, I certainly would expect a little more respect and compassion for people who love and care for their fur babies. And this was the woman caring for my Dylan. I'm not ready to talk about what she told me yesterday, it's not good, and the previous vet gave me a little too much hope. I just need a day or so to absorb the information. I also need a break from crying, I fear I might lose all of my skin on my face. He will be getting released from the hospital today, so that's good news for us both. As soon as I have processed I will share. Thanks again to everyone's kind words. It really means a lot to us both. If you have a fur baby, or babies, give them all the extra love you can, and then some love for me.