Friday, January 25, 2013
I sit with tears rolling down my cheeks. The thought of dinner is nauseating, but I'm pretty sure I don't have the flu. The best dog we've ever had has moved on from this life. We were standing there, saying good-bye and reassuring her as the vet took her life. I feel like we betrayed her.
She was in extreme pain and there was nothing they could do. She was going to lose her leg and the doctor didn't think she could adjust, but maybe we should have tried. She could have taken pain pills but I don't know what that would have done to her personality. I don't even like to take my antidepressants because they leave me so lethargic; what would it be like for a dog to be constantly medicated? Surgery was an option but we just couldn't afford it. How do you spend $1000 on your dog even if she is your friend and a part of the family?
I'm sure some people will say we made the wrong choice and for all I know you may be right, but I'm begging you not to criticize our decision. It was the hardest thing we've ever done and I'll always wonder if we went the wrong way on this one. I work in a Pregnancy Center where we preach and teach the sanctity of life. Did I under-value her life? I know she was not human but she was loving and brave. Did she deserve better? This hurts so much
Love you baby girl. Miss you forever.
Hershey ... our friend and companion from Dec. 2007 - Jan. 2013