Woof.

So I've been in tears for a majority of today.

See, I have a dog.  Yes, present tense.  She's still around and breathing and all that good stuff.  Yesterday, I was afraid I would no longer have a dog.  Over the weekend, she got into the trash.  This has happened many, many times before.  Because you know...she's a dog.

This time, she spent two days vomiting all over the apartment.

We took her to the vet...couldn't afford the slew of tests and treatment.  Vet unwilling to let us make payments.  Opted for treatment of her symptoms instead.  Couldn't really afford that either.  Actually, used the money set aside for a car payment.

I don't care.

She's home now, and keeping down small meals of rice and water.    She keeps sleeping, but she has food and water in her now.

I can't pay for my car.  When the insurance withdrawal hits, my bank account will be down to double-digits.  When the other bills hit, I will be overdraft.  There are no groceries in the apartment.  The gas light in my car will be on soon.

I am very frightened about the next week and a half.

But I still have my dog.

And that's okay.