Today was not so great.
I took Chase to the expensive vet today for them to figure out what is wrong with him such that he isn't eating. Yesterday wasn't good, and today didn't appear to be much better, but we were unsure what the vet was going to do, so we didn't encourage any food this morning.
His drop-off appointment was "around" 10am. When arrived "around" 10am, which is to say, I arrived at 10:10am, I was told that the wait was an hour to drop off Chase. I was honestly unsurprised, given cars were double parking in the lot as I arrived, from which I inferred I'd be waiting for a while.
I wasn't expecting as long as I waited, and my original day plans were pretty much shot, but doggo, and what's good, what's bad, who knows...
Eventually Chase fell asleep, on my lap no less.
I needed a break from some things going on around here, so I walked over to the vet's today and picked up Chase's ashes. I am uncertain why I thought crying my eyes out in front of a Starbucks would be a good life choice, but I needed a walk, and I needed to pick up his ashes, so out I went.
