5 years ago I put down the best dog I ever had. He was scheduled for surgery to remove a splenic mass and had a major bleed. It was his time. I still cry every time I think of how his soft body felt when I snuggled him.
Fast forward. We have an entirely new pack of dogs. There are 3 right now.
Onyx came to us after my dog died. I have little boys and they wanted to play with our other senior dog. They needed something with more energy. Fergie joined us when our senior died. She is all sass. Recently we were joined by something that runs like a gazelle and goes perfectly with 2 young boys.
Thursday, Onyx started having issues walking. He is 5. It has gotten progressively worse. The emergency vet is someone that we love. She is honest, kind, and straightforward. She said it doesn't look good. He is having other neurological symptoms now too.
I suffer from depression. Badly. These dogs and my kids are often the only things that make me claw and fight my way out of the blackness that drags me down often. I don't seen to fight as hard when I know I can come home to them. They make me happy.
The thought of losing my bandaid boy is really having adverse effects on me this time. I am physically ill and dreading test results. I don't even want to talk to my get when he simply calls to check on him.
Sigh....
Martha