Well, most of you know that it's been a pretty crappy couple of weeks. Mister and I are having some issues and that's pretty rough by itself.
But Monday my dog, Scully, collapsed. She couldn't get up or move her back end at all. She couldn't even feel it when we tried to move her back legs for her. I gave her till Wednesday to show any sign of improvement, but she just got worse. Wednesday morning we went to see the vet and I had Scully put down. She was dying slowly anyway. At least this way I got to choose the time and place so that she left the world in the midst of hugs and kisses and ear scratches rather than alone in the night or while I was at work.
My dad used to spoil her rotten when he would come to visit, so I figure she ran on ahead to see if he has anything good to eat that he's going to sneak to her till I get there and tell him to quit it. If you get to Heaven before me, DO NOT tell my dad that I stopped at Wendy's on the way to the vet and bought Scully a sausage patty. I didn't let her have people food, but that morning I figured, 'What the hell. She might as well die with the taste of sausage in her mouth.' She enjoyed it, but if my dad knew, he'd decide that gives him permission to give her all the potato chips that she can eat. And I know he won't be cleaning up the mess. They'll just save it for me.
But Monday my dog, Scully, collapsed. She couldn't get up or move her back end at all. She couldn't even feel it when we tried to move her back legs for her. I gave her till Wednesday to show any sign of improvement, but she just got worse. Wednesday morning we went to see the vet and I had Scully put down. She was dying slowly anyway. At least this way I got to choose the time and place so that she left the world in the midst of hugs and kisses and ear scratches rather than alone in the night or while I was at work.
My dad used to spoil her rotten when he would come to visit, so I figure she ran on ahead to see if he has anything good to eat that he's going to sneak to her till I get there and tell him to quit it. If you get to Heaven before me, DO NOT tell my dad that I stopped at Wendy's on the way to the vet and bought Scully a sausage patty. I didn't let her have people food, but that morning I figured, 'What the hell. She might as well die with the taste of sausage in her mouth.' She enjoyed it, but if my dad knew, he'd decide that gives him permission to give her all the potato chips that she can eat. And I know he won't be cleaning up the mess. They'll just save it for me.
2 comments:
When my dog Muffin was dying (remember her? I had her in high school!) my Mom bought her a Hardee's Hot Ham and Cheese sandwich...she was on such a restrictive diet due to her pancreatitus that she couldn't eat anything good, and ham was her favorite...good for you, I'm sure Skully appreciated it...tears me up just thinkin about it...(((hugs)))
Dude, Scully...sorry
((hugs)))
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