All he got day in - day out for a week, was quick pee and poop walks.
So, he took matters into his own hands and made a bold statement:
"I will not, and cannot live this way. I prefer to die at age 7 than continue to be bored to tears in here with you."
Along with that note, I found the scene below when i came home from lunch on day 5:

He clearly tried to commit suicide going for the pills on the counter. But, unfortunately for him, his attempt was not successful, as he didn't like the taste of my electrolyte pills, or my anti-inflammatory pills.
2 comments:
Be oh so careful! My cousin's dog ate a bunch of Advil years ago with a not-so-happy ending. We miss Sherman terribly, and we'd miss Karma just as much.
KARMA!! Don't do it, don't do it!! You have so much to live for, I promise!
Do you need a doggy playdate with a couple of overgrown pups? I'm sure you can run circles around them for 10 minutes and have them exhausted for the week!
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