Oh Henri (said with a very French accent of course) I can practically feel the enui leaking off the screen.
Sigh…why do they even force you to go to the vet? It must be some kind of torture. It only serves to extend the pain. It’s all so…so… meaningless.
Perhaps some existential psychotherapy to relieve the anguish is in order? Or maybe you can try throttling the white imbecile? That might lift the cloud and reverse the disillusionment…or at least bring a momentary satisfaction…yes?
