This morning when I woke up, my brother told me that he and my parents just got back from the vet. They've put Bubbles to sleep. Sigh. One more down. It was a tough decision to make, but it had to be done. He was a sick dog. Even though he was active.. but he was constantly down with something or other. At this rate, thousands of ringgit would be spent on him.. I mean, it's not worth it.. It's not like we print money, right?

My brother's in the toilet crying his head off.. I know he is sad.. But somehow, I don't feel so bad. I mean I feel evil for not feeling bad. But I guess I've already accepted the fact long ago that he had to be put to sleep.

First he was hit by a car twice, cash spent. Then he came down with kidney problem which really scared the shit out of us and drained a few hundred bucks from our wallets. He was on the drip for nearly a week. We thought he'd be gone due to that disease..but fortunately,or maybe not, he pulled through. Then lately, (we think it could've been the effect of his kidney problem.. fucking Pedigree food.. people,don't buy from Pedigree).. he's had this skin problem where he can't stod biting himself at a spot..and he's hair fell out in tufts.. he bit himself until there was a hole .. a 10sen coin hole..and many other wounds here and there.. and you could see red flesh inside.. and puss kept coming out. That was the only decision we could make.

Sigh, at least Angel is still with us. Hope she'll be stronger than both her parents. Death is so difficult to deal with.