QRTRHRS
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Wife and I made the decisioin to say goodbye to one of our dogs today. "Reba" was a non descript spanial mix of some sort that we rescued from death row some five or six years ago. Badly abused and shot were not her worst issues. She had heartworm.
I don't recall her shelter name but she had that kind of rubbery face with soulfull eyes so for whatever reason, "Reba" came to mind. She was one of those dogs that are kind of just there. You know, not much for chasing a ball, sitting on you lap, etc. but the eyes were alway greatful. Sadly, the heartworm had done it's deed. This year was one of trying new pills, draining excess fluid, etc. These last few weeks, her life consisted of being coaxed to get up to go out to pee but she had stopped eating her "biscuit" reward when she came back in. That soulfoul glow had disappeared from her eyes.
One of our vets had a close by farm call so rather than take her to the clinic, we asked him to stop by. He had been working with her these last few months so after some discussion, he agreed that it was time to say goodbye.
The spot I chose to bury her next to one of our other pets turned out to be on the rocky side. I was not sure if I was digging my own hole for a time. Anyway, our seventeen year old min pin will likely be next. Or, perhaps the black lab we found along the road, beaten, shot, and hit by a car. We never thought that he would walk again but he did but now he's kind of slowing down too.
Anyway, a toast to all dogs and the joy that they bring to our life's.
I don't recall her shelter name but she had that kind of rubbery face with soulfull eyes so for whatever reason, "Reba" came to mind. She was one of those dogs that are kind of just there. You know, not much for chasing a ball, sitting on you lap, etc. but the eyes were alway greatful. Sadly, the heartworm had done it's deed. This year was one of trying new pills, draining excess fluid, etc. These last few weeks, her life consisted of being coaxed to get up to go out to pee but she had stopped eating her "biscuit" reward when she came back in. That soulfoul glow had disappeared from her eyes.
One of our vets had a close by farm call so rather than take her to the clinic, we asked him to stop by. He had been working with her these last few months so after some discussion, he agreed that it was time to say goodbye.
The spot I chose to bury her next to one of our other pets turned out to be on the rocky side. I was not sure if I was digging my own hole for a time. Anyway, our seventeen year old min pin will likely be next. Or, perhaps the black lab we found along the road, beaten, shot, and hit by a car. We never thought that he would walk again but he did but now he's kind of slowing down too.
Anyway, a toast to all dogs and the joy that they bring to our life's.
