This is hard to say

Buddy, my sweet little baby dog, my little man, the "weasel", passed away Wednesday night around 11pm. He had been sick for about a week and a half. At first he wasn't eating, was constipated, and had a bit of bloody stool. After xrays and bloodwork, only showing low blood cells and protein, and no foreign objects, and testing negative for parvo, the vet diagnosed him as having ulcers in his stomach and gave him some meds to settle and heal his stomach, and suggested canned chicken as a bland food for him to eat. After a week had passed, he seemed to be getting better. Was still not eating as much as usual, and was not as active, but he did seem to be getting better. Tuesday, he had bloody diarrhea, which basically looked like all blood, so back to the vet we went. He was pretty anemic, so the vet added an iron supplement to his meds and said it may be a autoimmune issue with his GI tract. Took him home and that night he had more bloody diarrhea. Woke up Wednesday morning and he was vomiting (which he hadn't done before) and too weak to stand up properly. Back to the vet again. This time the vet wanted to give him a blood transfusion, and told me to come back after 2:00 to see him. Came back and he looked so much better. He was up and wagging his tail, and even ate a little bit of food out of my hand. They wanted us to leave him overnight for observation. The vet called me around 11:00pm, said she had come in for an emergency call. Checked in on him, he was breathing a bit heavy, did whatever she came in for, looked back in on him, and he had passed.
After she told me that I had to pass the phone to M, I couldn't do anything except cry for about an hour. He talked to the vet and after asking me, we decided to cremate him, so we could bury him at my parents house; I couldn't think of burying him at our rent house, or having the vet "dispose" of him. I called my mom, because she was about as much attached to him as I was, and we cried together for awhile. I tried to go to sleep, but couldn't because I kept thinking about him and crying. I got up, took a Dramamine, and read a little bit to take my mind off of things. I finally got so tired, around 3:00am that I had to go to sleep.
Thursday I walked around in a funk, crying if M said something that reminded me of him, or when I saw Buddy's little bed or food bowl or toy. M keeps reminding me to remember the good times, and I try to.
Today has been a bit better. I suppose I will be a tiny bit better every day, but it's going to take awhile until I'm totally back to normal. I love that little dog so much. I've never had kids, but he was my baby, and a little piece of my heart went with him.

Yay, brewfest!

It's that time of the year again, Brewfest in WoW. The only thing my main char has to do to get the Brewmaster title is Direbrewfest, but it seems I'm not high enough level (at 76) to queue for it in the RDF. :(

My reputation is great!

I am half-way to Exalted with the Kalu'ak, and just reached Revered with Sporeggar. Then I can buy the little sporebat and penguin pets! Those along with the pet from the DirectTv purchase of Blizzcon will get me to 64 pets, only 11 away from the Fawn!