electronpirate
Axe-Master
So...last night, a dog who I had picked up at a rescue center 6 years ago, had to flirt relentlessly with his foster mother at the time (and she was not...well, you know.) Suddenly he starts puking. Blood, mucus, the whole deal. This is an EXCELLENT dog. Happy, kind, and ridiculously obedient. Woop, off to the late night Vet.
Prognosis: Late stage lung cancer.
He's in pain. There really is no choice.
He spends a last night being pampered, and conversation with the girls about the situation (ouch), and this morning, a rainstorm of tears for goodbye, and we're off.
I have done MANY difficult things in this life. But holding a family pet while the vet sends him on to a better place ranks up there.
Goodbye Bolt (yes, the girls named him from the movie), I can't express just how much you added to our lives. I love you. Lots of miller moths where you are I bet...snag one for me.
Prognosis: Late stage lung cancer.
He's in pain. There really is no choice.
He spends a last night being pampered, and conversation with the girls about the situation (ouch), and this morning, a rainstorm of tears for goodbye, and we're off.
I have done MANY difficult things in this life. But holding a family pet while the vet sends him on to a better place ranks up there.
Goodbye Bolt (yes, the girls named him from the movie), I can't express just how much you added to our lives. I love you. Lots of miller moths where you are I bet...snag one for me.