1. Bury the dog.
2. Dentist appointment.
Can I have your pity now? K, Thanx. #2 didn't really bother me, but it sounds pitiful so I threw it in.
This past weekend Lucy developed a paralysis of one of her hind legs, a result of nerve damage from an old back injury. Since she was 17, blind, deaf, confused, and toothless -- I wavered only because she was, despite all of that, apparently happy and not in pain -- I decided that crippled was one decline too many, and made the decision to euthanize her.
The Him and I were out at first light digging a grave out back where our other bygone pets are interred. Thinking of that departed host I sniffled, "I hope that Dog Heaven is pretty close to where I'm staying, because I'll be visiting a lot." He smiled sadly. He feels my pain, but he is an atheist, so he can't really say, "of course."
I like to tweak him about it.
"You, on the other hand," I said, "will be in Hell. With the cats."
Rest in Peace, Lucy. You've earned it.
Sweet Lucy! So sorry you had to say farewell to her. It is always hard, no matter how old or sick they are.
ReplyDeleteI love dogs AND cats. So, will I be up with you, or down with Him?