Just forget the words and sing along

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

At around 6:30 this morning, I was awoken by my dog yowling in pain. She was at the bottom of my stairs, her back legs in an unnatural position. Mom figured the dog must have had a seizure. After 20 minutes, she struggled to her feet. Throughout the day, she's been getting better. She's just about back to her old self right now.

In two hours, we're having her put to sleep.

We've been talking about this for a month, now. She's 18 years old (that's about 95 in dog years). She's incontinent. Her skin is covered in cancerous growths, the worst of which is on her left eyelid. She's near-deaf. She's near-blind. She's incontinent.

But she still has life. She still has a spark. She still runs around the house with her tail held high.

We're doing the right thing, right?

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