Argh I’m still pissed off about her sick dog. I AM an animal lover. When my darling dog was sick I was with her every minute I could. When I wasn’t, my dad was with her (she preferred him, to be fair, as he treated her like a furry grandchild). No way I could’ve fannyed about like her, knowing an animal I adore was scared and unwell. As it happens my dog died and I’ll never get over that. But I know I did the best I could for her. If the worst happens to her pooch I wonder if she’ll even feel guilty for not doing all she can.