The last time I should have helped someone and didn’t and will take that to my grave was when my dog Cerberus got sick.
Her stomach turned and the Vet told me it would cost seven thousand- you read that right $7,000.00 to save her life.
They took checks or credit cards but it was cash up front no matter how you looked at it.
Then I got the speech about how I shouldn’t feel bad if I couldn’t afford it, how she might not pull through and there was no guarantee it wouldn’t happen again- read- it’s okay to kill your dog Anita because you don’t have the money to save her life.
So I put her down and I watched her die because I didn’t have the money to save her life.
I begged her to forgive me, I promised her she would see Wolfgang ( my cat and her big brother ) when she woke up and then I told her I loved her.
Those were the last words she heard.
I wouldn’t blame her if she went to reward calling bullshit on that.
I am pretty sure that since then I’ve dropped the ball here and there in my relationships and wasn’t there when I should have been.
But do you know what?
After I killed my dog, I really don’t think anyone in my life has anything to bitch about.
It’s not like you’re going to die if I can’t be there.
In fact, you might want to reconsider calling me at all.