Sunday, August 31, 2003
I am afraid that I have to do a horrible chore tomorrow. My Cocker Spaniel, Mariah, has a tumor that has grown like wildfire, and today she is walking very slowly, and all hunched up. I can not afford chemo and surgery for a dog that is 11 1/2 years old. I am told that their life span is only 12-13 years. She has been such a good dog and we have been through a lot together. She is a fantastic traveling companion. And she is a great watch dog. I will miss her terribly. We'll have to see how she is tomorrow. Maybe she is just constipated. I do not want her to suffer, and she looks like she is not at all well, even though she has not once uttered a whine. I CAN put her out of her suffering, I COULD NOT put my Mother out of hers. It just seems to me that there is something terribly wrong with a world that is kinder to their pets than to their parents. One simple little shot and she will be at peace, Mom suffered for so many weeks. 'tain't right!!
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