I had to take my dog to the emergency vets tonight

he got a back injury playing fetch! I thought his stomach was distended and got really scared, cause that is a sign of very bad things. Luckily it wasn't anything so serious, although I feel so bad for him having back pain. He's hitting middle age and so am I so I can relate! He got some pain meds and is sleeping them off now. I got so freaked out I should have gone to bed hours ago, but being me I had to calm myself with a gin and some gaming first. Waiting in the emergency room at midnight is not great, but my main focus was poor Tigger and making sure he was okay. I wish I could speak dog so he could tell me what's wrong. I read his signs the best I can and I swear he and I have a telepathy thing going on, but it's never enough. I also wish our lifespans were more in sync

I'd give him some of my years if I could.
Sorry for the sad ramble, I just love him so much.