Some here may remember me talking about my very elderly, rickety, potty, wonderful dog who was last summer taken for what we thought would be the final jab, only to be returned to us, after a little medication, full of beans. Sadly tonight he really was taken for his final jab and I am distraught. My husband had the awful job of taking him whilst I spent the time he was absent, weeping helplessly. Men, I salute you! How on earth do you do it without cracking up? Equality is all very well until it comes to things like this. I willingly confess I am simply not equal to such painful tasks. My thanks to all who have offered advice to me for my beloved dog through these pages. He will be missed – dreadfully. . x
windywillow/woofgang. Thank you. He was so very poorly last night - hated seeing him like that - but as hard as it was, and is now, I know it was the right thing to do. I was very emotional last night, but the last thing I would want is for him to suffer. Thanks so much all. x