Today I made one of the toughest decisions in my life when I scheduled Molly’s euthanizing (Saturday morning this weekend). I don’t think I had much choice, especially when there was so little spark in eyes as I fed her. By spark I mean she didn’t struggle, she didn’t barf, she just swallowed her food, gurggling and complaining.
The vet was cool enough to sell us the additional pain syringes to give Molly to get her through (I hope it’s the right amount).
It’s been a long couple weeks, thanks for sticking by me. I think I will be returning to my normal self by next week.