Justmehere
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I'm waiting to take my PTSD service dog to the vet right now. I left a pan with bacon grease on the stove, and she knows to leave it alone. I was spacey. Stressed. So I left it on the cool stove, in the back. and went into my room. It cooled, dog was with me. Then she went into the kitchen. I heard glass break. She had knocked the pan and glass lid off the over. She licked the broken glass as I ran toward to her grab her. I called the vet. I am a complete mess. I took an old anxiety med just to calm myself enough to call the vet. I am supposed to watch the dog for two hours until I can get to the vet. I can not stop crying and getting spacey. She is going to die and it is my fault.