were right there with her until the end. She was like our first child,
as we raised her from a puppy.
It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to be a part of. She
was in perfect health one day and in complete dire straights the next.
After a very difficult time getting our old vet to look into it as
anything more than the canine form of irritable bowel syndrome or
parasites, we switched vets and the new one found out that she had a
tumor where her small intestine met her large one. She stopped eating
and was obviously in a great deal of pain and discomfort. It got to the
point where we had to realize we were keeping her around for us and not
for her own comfort.
Anyhow, after that we wanted nothing to do with a new dog. Both out of
respect for her and because we simply weren't ready.
We finally got one from the vet last year, a 4-year old sweetheart of a
Rottweiller/Shepherd mix. We got her because we wanted our son to have a
dog, and because I think we were finally ready to have a dog around for
ourselves. It took some time and I think everyone has a different
threshold.
Although, I do readily admit that I did not miss that extra
responsibility, such as cleaning up the yard, accepting that carpet
messes come with the territory, and the numerous holes in the yard we
found when we realized we'd adopted a digger. Wheee! She's still a big
sweetheart, and Dylan is fully attached to her now. No turning back at
this point. :-)
-Bret
Angel Stewart wrote:
> i had a dog once. and i still think of him at times, and that was over
> 15 years ago.
>
>
> -gel
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