Venting

I am so frustrated and heartbroken right now. My poor little dog is 14 and I took him to a new groomer today. He was absolutely fine before he left, but when I picked him up he was crying and limping. I thought ok give it an hour because he might be stressed out and his arthritis might be acting up. Well when we got home I noticed how swollen he was. Shortly there after his back leg went completely lame and he cant walk at all. I called the vet and they couldn’t get him in, she suggested the emergency vet or to take him in first thing tomorrow morning. Well I cant afford the emergency vet, it would cost almost 1900 just to keep him overnight and do what I am doing for him now. So its off to the vet first thing in the morning. I have had to carry my poor little baby around everywhere he just cries when he isn’t around people. He cant even use the bathroom, fortunately he is eating and drinking. I am just so sad and angry and anxious. He is my best friend and is always there for me when I need a pick me up. I am furious with the groomers, and scared for Happy (Sir Hapford Wigglebottom). I know that worrying is doing nothing to help the situation but for someone with an anxiety disorder I don’t see a way around it. I am absolutely ready to murder the groomer. I did NOT need additional stress when I am already dealing with my own shit and a really bad fibromyalgia flare on top of it. As soon as my little doxie sees the vet tomorrow and I get the bill I’m gonna hand it off to the groomers and say pay it or I will see your asses in court, my aunt in jersey is an animal lawyer and she will have that place closed for good. Its ridiculous they came highly recommended my dog would never have gone there if they had not. Thanks for letting me rant and rave.