Last night, when I was at home after dinner, I noticed that our dog here was lying on the ground. It looked like he had fainted—he was completely paralyzed, stiff. After calling him a lot and nudging him, he woke up and seemed normal. But this morning, when I woke up, I realized he had vomited a lot and had other issues. So, I had to take him to the vet. There, we found out he had a fever of 40.1 degrees Celsius, and it seems he ate something, a foreign object, which I think happened. Like, from Friday night to Saturday morning, no one was home—he was alone—because of the incident with my mom. When I got back on Saturday, it was almost noon, and I slept the whole day. I couldn’t pay attention to the dog all Saturday. You know how dogs are? He made a mess, chewed up a bunch of stuff, especially since he was alone. My hypothesis is that he probably ended up eating something during that time, and because of that, he now has a severe intestinal infection, a very strong stomach infection. We had to leave him hospitalized at the vet for CT scans, and he has an extremely high fever. On the plus side, thank God, we have health insurance, so it’s covering all my mom’s hospital expenses. But there’s no health insurance for dogs, so the vet costs will have to come out of my pocket. Thank God I have an emergency fund for this kind of thing. Still, it’s a lot going wrong all at once. I’m prioritizing resting first because I haven’t been able to sleep properly these last few days—I can barely sleep. And second, I need to focus on my mental health.

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