Monday, July 16, 2018
About a month ago, the day after my second cataract surgery, Thumper decided that he didn't want me touching him. I've talked with two dogtrainers, who have done some informd speculating, and the concensus is, get him a physical.
So tomorrow, we are of to the vet. "How", you may ask, "can he get a physical when no one can touch him?" The answer is, anesthesia. He will be knocked out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and assesed.
And then we'll know if he is salvagable. By which I mean, 1) can he and I somehow get along btter, being a happy, fun dog; 2) do I take my loss and return him to the shelter; or 3) is he so far gone physically that the only answer is putting him to sleep.
To recap, I lost Baxteer, Benny, and Griffin last year. I've been depressed since Thanksgiving. (I'm just figuring that out, and yes I have a Dr's appointment scheduled).
This truly and deeply sucks.
Friday, May 18, 2018
Friday, April 27, 2018
UPDATE: Alfie has passed on.
“My gladiator lay down his shield and gained his wings at 02:30,” Evans, 21, said in Facebook post decorated with a broken heart and crying emojis.
Via Weasel Zippers
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Didn't we fight a war to stop this? WTF happened??