I feel kind of strange starting my story here, but I just got my computer hooked up...........Yest. I went to the vet to get my poor old miserably wonderful crusty old chihuahua "put down". First, let me say that I love my vet. I have been taking my creatures to him for 12+ years. He has just one fault, as far as I can see, and that is that he would rather extend an animals life with medicine rather then letting them go. I know what I believe, but for some reason every time I bring an animal in to him to end their lives I allow him to talk me out of it. (Note to self: work on having a stronger mental foundation).......
O.K. so I still have my Lil Gum. She is still miserable and unable to walk well and is now on some terrible chemical crap to extend her painful little life and I am in limbo over the whole thing. This is not why I rescue animals.
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oh gosh. i'm so sorry, du. there's no easy answer or perfect solution, and all you can do is follow what seems right at the time. hang on du. your mental constitution is stronger than you think.
xo
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