Today, I got a text message from my parents saying I should come by to see my dog. He can barely stand up to walk, hasn't eaten, or drank any water in the past 24 hours. I have four finals due at noon tomorrow, and I'm probably going to have to put my 17 year old dog down afterward.

He probably just has whatever the dog equivalent to a cold, but at 17 years any sort of sickness is pretty much a death sentence. Barring he miraculously gets up, wags his tail, and goes to eat on his own, we're going to have to make the phone call.

I'm quite upset.