So the descision I made was to stop asking. That was my responsiblity to her, and it was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but also one of the rightest.
This times a thousand. Taking Sage to the vet was so sad, but I knew it was the right thing. I am still so thankful that my vet was so extremely compassionate about it.
it was quite clear that she would power through and struggle to do anything I asked of her. So the descision I made was to stop asking.
This. It's so hard. Made that same call a couple years ago and it's not easier, but it was the right thing to do.
{{{Shir}}}
We'll go anyway to the vet tomorrow.
I'm just waiting to see if he'll pull one of his Lazarus tricks. Because he sometimes can seem almost dead, and then come back with the energy of a puppy. Few minutes ago he drank a hell lot of water.
I'd never ask him for too much, though.
I wish it would have been tomorrow already. Just so I'll know. Just so I'll be done with. The past few weeks... living hell. And the bizarre part is that I just want to get another dog straight after Louie. Because I need to love some creature like that, again. Even after all that, and with knowing that that will keep my parents in the settlement for some more time.
I knew it was the right thing
That's just the thing. It doesn't feel right, not just yet.
ma~~~ for Lou. andy would have stayed a little longer. but watching him die inch by inch was killing me. I stopped his suffering. And that he didn't fight.
easy surgery and healing to EM
and I love looking at pictures of happy wedded Erin
Pleas-don't-kick-us-out~ma would be appreciated. The landlord is coming over.
Landlord~ma, Laga.
Until this very morning, Lou was fine. I'd take him to the vet in person, but it's after 10pm now. We'll wait to the morning.
It kills me that there isn't anything I can do for him right now.
I'm also not in the mood to think of burial arrangements (here, it's a hell lot more complicated. There are about 3 cemeteries for pets in the entire country, and you need a special permit to bury an animal.) Last round, I was up for it. Not this time.
Holy crap. Every year at the regional medical writers conference here, they do a musical comedy skit. A couple years ago, I offered to write one and put it on, and it was very well received. Last year, someone else was responsible, and I was just in it.
I was just asked to direct the skit this year. The conference is next week, and they have a few scripts for me to choose from (that I am free to modify or improve as I wish). I can't believe I have reached a point in my life where people ask me to do awesome things I want to do anyway.
Oh P-C, that's very cool!
Shir, it's not easy. I am so sorry that you're going through this.