We're taking my dog in this afternoon to be put asleep. Her tumor's finally gotten the better of her. It's massive on her leg now, and hard as a rock. She can't move her foot at all anymore, and just drags it across the ground. When she has the energy to get up, that is. It's a hard choice to make, but we have to take her in. Which is unfortunate, because estimates gave her another few months. Sigh. I'm gonna miss her so much. When I was getting ready to go to the gym this morning at 6, she came in to say hello. She hardly ever comes in my room, but she's been doing that more and more recently. Maybe she knew she was gonna have to leave us soon. She was a good dog. She really was. Sweet and kind and playful, but also a good guard dog. A few months back she chased off a couple of guys who broke into the house. Gimpy Godiva to the rescue, heh. If she knew you, she'd smother you with affection, but if she didn't...hoo, watch out This is just kind of a memorial thread for my dog, whom I've had since the sixth grade. I'll post pictures of her when I get home later on.
We did. She's been eating steak, hot dogs, hamburger, meatballs and things like that for over a week now. But today...well, I had tocarry her over to the bed so she didn't have to lay on the floor. She didn't have the energy to hop on the bed. That's part of what made us decide to take her in this afternoon.
Sucks big time. We also spent Mort's last week feeding him anything he wanted, sitting on the lawn with him watching people go by, all the things he liked.
