A dog from the inside out

The dog in distress nearly two weeks now is no better.

For the record:

His poop in the hallway yesterday afternoon:

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And this morning:

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Just a few hours later …

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The poor guy. The poor sad neglected sweet adorable dog.

Despite evidence unveiled here, the owner / roommate continues insisting his dog is fine because he’s up and moving. He continues to deny him medical attention.

My. blood. is. boiling.

I post these pictures to show the world an animal from the inside out.

They DO communicate.

They DO tell us, repeatedly — in this case via frequent daily sickly poops, once abnormal, now the new norm, I’m disgusted to write — that something is wrong.

This dog could not express more clearly.

They show us that they’re sick, possibly dying. In all cases? No. Certainly in this one, however.

What will it take for the owner to GET IT? Death of the dog? I shudder at that likelihood. Killing an animal by neglect.

He’s dying from the inside out.

I am witnessing.

There is none so blind as he who will not see. Or listen.

An owner who won’t heed the signs, who rejects the animal by refusing to listen, does not deserve to have an animal.

Period.

End of story. Turn the page.

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Sick he be, the dog is still here. Today.

Two concerns are first in my mind when I awaken each day.

First and foremost, is the dog still alive.

Two, is there a big poop by the front door.

I posted yesterday about a subject very painful, alarming and distressing: the neglect of a sick animal. My roommate’s insistence that his dog is fine because he’s up and around despite continued and CLEAR indications to the contrary. Going into day 9 now with no improvement or promise of a visit to the vet.

The dog is still alive — a discovery of genuine happiness and relief — today.

It may be different tomorrow. Or the next day. Or day after. We cannot say when our time will come.

I can say, with rage and pain, that the dog’s owner is hastening the end of his loyal friend’s life by his damn cavalier egotistical insistence that his dog is fine.

Today’s poop by the door.

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Is it a picture of canine health? NO IT IS NOT!

{to my roommate now} HOW IS THIS OK?!?!? HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THAT YOUR DOG NEEDS MEDICAL INTERVENTION!?!?!

Big piles left on the floor every day ARE NOT HIM BEING “FINE.” DAILY DIARRHEA: NOT FINE.

The roommate’s 51. Hasn’t he a CLUE about the longterm effects of chronic diarrhea?! For starters.

Double the quantity and frequency of poops COUPLED with dumps indoors from a dog who always pooped on his morning and evening walks only … ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I’m beside myself with disgust — at the actions and attitude of my roommate / friend. Except he is no longer a friend. The friendship cannot survive animal cruelty.

A person reveals his character in two ways: What he does in a crisis when the chips are gone, and how he treats animals.

The search for new housing is on.

For now, I’m happy to write that the dog is still alive. Alive and well? No. But alive.

In light of his owner’s extended neglect, this a positive and post-worthy.