It took them four days, after waiting three days to ask our advice, for them to take their nine-year old Golden Retriever to the vet.
She'd been sick and weak and tired and just not feeling well.
She has cancer. The neighbor wouldn't tell us what, but the poor girl is dying.
And my neighbor is going to "treat her like family and be with her".
Instead of taking her back to the vet when it gets really bad and putting her to sleep with friends.
Bastard won't do the right thing, and I have to live next to the guy knowing that dog is suffering and there's nothing I can do for her.
The reality is the cheap bastard won't foot the $300 bill for euthanizing his friend.
She's always been nice to everyone but my huskies. Of course. She's a Golden Retriever.