they call him crazy eyes monty.

my dog, monty, is critically ill. i just came back from visiting him, and seeing your dog out of sorts, depressed, and on a drip is one of the saddest sights ever. 

i feel bad that i feel sadder about this than i have about the death of people i know, and monty's still alive. but dogs really are mans best friend. think about it. generally, they (and most other animals) are far nicer than people. few of them hurt intentionally (except for food and defence), physically and emotionally, and they're there when you need a hug. his condition worries me. the poor little dear.

i hope he pulls through. he really is the biggest, cheekiest sweetheart. and i love him to pieces.