Two nights ago, Baby Huey, who is so fond of peeing on stuff, found himself with a desperate urge to pee on some stuff.

But this time he had a painful inability to squeeze out a single drop. Which found me very concerned. And found Huey even more concerned.

And so… after an emergency clinic at 4am, a drive to a vet at 8am, a speedier drive to an urgent care at 11am, and then an all-out rush to a specialist for a ruptured bladder at noon and an emergency surgery by 2…
I found my spoon wheeling away on a gurney, a worn-out collar in my hand, and a clipboard with a fiscal question that I fiscally couldn’t answer.

And while I know that he can’t live forever, the fact is that Huey, more than any dog I’ve ever met, takes the term “unconditional love” to its most literal, often annoying use. An unconditional love that no human could possibly express or maintain.

And all of this only became abundantly clear to me today when I was confronted with real world choices and logistics; time constraints; prices and variables; affordable’s and afford-not’s………..

Admittedly, I briefly thought about Huey as a possession, as a sunk-cost, as a ratio of dollars-to-estimated years of life span, etc.

But…

None of those equations added up to even 1 stupid-sweet stupid-face.

And Huey proved to be as resilient to trauma as he is to bumping into shit.

Not only is he several kidney-stones lighter (including the pesky one that effectively corked his huge red rocket and almost took his life), but as a special “get well surprise”, he’s also officially two testicles lighter (yes, the other one was in there somewhere).

So basically I almost lost my big-dumb-idiot-baby of a best friend today.

Regrets???
Only regrets.

Except this one.

Also…

My sister Rebecca was nice enough to setup a little fundraiser for Huey. No pressure, but if you want to help out, it would not be in vain. I promise to only use what I can match with my own money (after all, I chose to take on the responsibility of having a giant-ass dog with full knowledge that something like this could occur). But $10,000 is a tall order for a one-thousandaire like myself. And if somehow there is extra, I will happily donate it to Best Friends Animal Society.

https://gofundme.com/helphueyheal