Put-down

After months of trying to cope, I finally had to relent and take my beloved to see the vet.

The poor thing smells funny (although that could be because she stopped eating meat a while ago), she's moody a lot of the time and she keeps moulting, leaving blonde hairs all over everything wherever she goes.

I asked the vet to do the kind thing and give her an injection to make her "sleep". He refused.


Apparently girlfriends don't count as pets.