I just lost my dog. He wasn’t eating. His kidneys were shot at 70% kidney failure. there wasn’t anything we could do for him. We made the difficult decision to let him go. So the vet had given him a lethal dose of sedatives and anesthesia. It stopped his heart. He was a great dog. A west highland terrier he was loved dearly and will be missed. I can’t believe he’s gone. I’m numb. I bawled my eyes out. Making this decision for the angel was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done as a proud dog owner. Nothing else has cheered me up and I don’t want to eat. I feel numb now. The house feels dead, haunted by the sound of a jangling collar and toenails clicking on hardwood floors. The 6 beds lay empy now and the dog bowels are empty. Toys are left laying around the livingroom floor and fur is over every section of every surface of the house. There’s one less mouth to beg your food off of you, one less heart in the family. Do me a very big favour and love your pets and make sure they feel loved. He knew it was his time and so did we. Rip Lucky. He will be burried with his favorite toy wrapped in a soft blanket in his favorite flowerbed he loved to lay in. Thank you Impulse, Skizz, and all the rest of the hermits who are helping me get back to smiling and laughing again. ❤
