Mr. Fritz was my best friend
Since he was a little puppy.
Just-- just a little fur ball.
He was too small to even jump up on the bed
And now he's...
He's...
(sniffling) he's...
(whispering) got a tissue or something?
(paula sobbing)
He saved my life, you know. He did?
And now I can't do anything for him, and I...
(exclaims) oh, shit.
I'm so glad you're here.
Yeah, of course I am.
Can I have a minute alone with him?
Thank you.
I'll be right outside.
Okay.
(sighing) thanks, gretchen.
Anytime.
(groans) gosh, emotional crisis day is so critical.
I cry, he cries.
It totally bonds us.
So how long do you think he's gonna sleep for?
Half an hour. He's only here for some dental work.
Oh. What's his real name, anyway?
I don't know.
I just clean their teeth and chop their balls off.
(whimpering)