Webster (my dog) has been at the vets for the night and will be again tonight as he's anemic. He's been put on a drip and I'm even more worried about him. I literally have no idea whether he's going to survive this or not, but obviously I'm too scared to ask the vets this. I had a breakdown over the situation this late morning / early afternoon, I wasn't too sure whether I'd cope through work either, or my driving lesson which I ended up not having. I was planning to visit Webster at the vets today, but I was too late as they closed at a stupid time of 12. Their opening hour tomorrow is just 9 - 10, and am planning to see him! It's really horrible not having him around, I come into my house thinking about him every single fucking time as we have an emotional reunion on the kitchen floor. I keep closing the gate because I keep forgetting he's not here and I go to say goodnight or goodbye to him, this is a really depressing subject for me and I really need some comfort and support.
My friend Alex is usually good with being there for me, but he seems to be disappearing and not taking an interest in my life at the moment. He hasn't made the effort to talk to me still. I called him twice yesterday, once when I was panicking about Webster and wanted some comfort, and another when I was at breaking point. He eventually picked up to me both times, but didn't seem as if he wanted to at all. He just doesn't care anymore.
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