Bobo, the heartworm is dead. On day 12 after taking her out from a dead dog.

Boo...

No more seeing a wriggly contorting worm anymore at 2 pm. No more having to transfer her into a new home every 2.30 pm.

It's odd to have a routine for the past one week plus broken suddenly.

I think I'm already having an obsessive compulsive disorder from all of this.