Hipster pity.

Last night in the elevator I ran into the hipster and his really hot girlfriend. They were asking me about the dogs, and about Caliope's illness. I could totally tell they felt so bad for us, and I'm sure we looked pretty pitiful - me a depressed mess, and my emaciated dog. I just wanted to warn them about the sea of bacteria that lives in our lobby, and now in Caliope.
She didn't poop last night, but she's also stopped eating again. I'm not sure how much more I can take.

Thank you, to everyone who offered to let me live with them based on my last post. While I'm sure all of your couches and living rooms are amazing I can't go anywhere until Caliope is normal again, which clearly is going to be awhile.

Then, I'm moving to Savannah.