Dying but not dying dog is keeping me up. I take her out, it’s freaking cold, come back in, blink, blink. Can’t sleep. Back into the SB cave for more alcohol (helps me sleep). Go to bed. Rinse and repeat. To top it all of I’m sick.
My wife is about as useful as Jimmy Carter right now. But the dog is more important than my health or my job apparently. Sorry, venting.
-SB
Cheers, my friend. It's hard to say goodbye, but we must remember how much joy and companionship they give us.
For us, they're one dog of many we've owned and loved. For them, we're usually the only thing they've known and loved.
Very hard, but it simply is.
Oh, so sorry. Hope everything improves and that you feel better.
We had to put our dog down yesterday. The results of aggressive Lymphoma. Through all this I ended up with Shingles on my head and face. It’s been a rotten Month. Good luck with your furry friend.
So sorry to hear about your dog. My 18yo cat passed in October. The last few months were very hard.