Thread: Must Love Pets (Magno x Sketchyequine)

The doctor became slightly more polite, so Ben tried to keep away his passive-agressive side. Politeness was important, he would not let the city take away his manners and open heart, so he listened to her ramble about why she had to work in a clinic, and replied as honestly as possible. I understand, I mean, the world's just not what it used to, the country's dying and the city's growing, farming is a tough job which hardly pays off, and people go to the city looking for better lives, he sighed. I'm not against what you do, it's just frustrating to feel like the world moves on and leaves you behind. He didn't want to get all poetic, so he just kept quiet while she sedated Gauss. After a while, though, he didn't feel comfortable, seeing his dog go down like a zombie. You see, ma'am, another reason why you probably don't get many like me is because in the country, most people would just shoot off the dog. He's old, he's done his job, why bother. I don't think it should be like that. This guy's given his best for me every day, and I can only do the same for him. I owe him a lot. Ben could remember how Gauss had saved his father's life, when the old man had cut his leg with a scythe, up in a field well away from the house, which could only be harvested by hand because the tractor was too big. The dog had smelled the blood, called him and walked him over to his agonizing father. The ambulance came and put blood back into his body and in a couple of days he was well again. That was just one of the many stories he could remember, it had been such a long time with that dog... His father had died the previous year, but him and Gauss had always been very close. Taking care of him was more than just taking care of a work tool. When the vet started speaking about what she'd found, Ben could only listen with respect. And when she finished talking, he froze for a couple of seconds. It appeared to be something irreversible and bad. His eyes filled with tears at the thought of all the pain Gauss must have been withstanding, without any huge complaints. He quickly wiped his face with the back of his hand, angry at the fact that his emotions had come out so quickly, and took a deep breath before replying. So... how long has he got? He didn't really want to hear the answer. How much would the painkillers cost? I can feed him whatever you say is best. That was the least he could do. The other option of extracting some teeth sounded pretty rough. Ben remembered his father saying he would not have surgery to remove a kidney when they had told him the cancer was all over him. It could have extended his life by a few months, but his father had decided to die with his whole body intact. Knowing how close the two were, Ben decided to give Gauss the same treatment he had hiven his father, although there was no way of asking the dog. I don't think we can do the teeth extracting part. He wouldn't like waking up and finding half of his fangs gone. The painkillers are strong enough to soothe the ache of having all his teetch? He asked, trying to gather all the information necessary, in order to make the best possible decission.