I made *the* appointment to put my dear friend, Sadie down. I feel like a weasel. How do you "schedule" death? Damn. My head KNOWS it's right. But my heart just aches. Sadie hasn't been Sadie for a while. She hates being touched because of all the moles/warts on her. She can't see well, she doesn't hear almost at all, she's doing her business in the house and seems to not even know she's doing it.
Even at age 17 she's the BEST dog there EVER was - there EVER will be. We were married only a year before we got her. She was so cute - just 3 months old - she NEVER messed on the floor and only chewed a couple of shoes.
And then there's Mabel. OH Mabel! She is MORE than a handful! She sits in the window and howls because she can't go out. She's almost the opposite of Sade. And that's probably a good thing. I'll need that menace to get through the next weekend.
Bill and Taloola have offered to go but *I* need to be there - I want to be the last person she sees. She's always been there for me - now it's my turn. We told Jack about what was coming and he pleaded that we wait till after April 1 so she "could have one last birthday with us". :-) Gotta love Jack.
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